Stephen is very popular with the kids. He is the strong one who can open the gate–getting very difficult these muddy, moldy days–and throw kids into the air and have two or three kiddos dangling on his biceps. He is often beckoned with “Stephen is strong”; I, on the other hand, am “Kelli is weak.”
And yesterday, he impressed them all even more.
We returned from errands to have a little girl and crew follow us into the gate with a pile of electrical mess. It was a variety of switches, remote controls, lights, and more things I didn’t recognize. All parts, all broken. No idea where they came from.
For the electrical supplies, I tried batteries first in a couple items, which is about the extent of my knowledge. Unsuccessful.
But Stephen saw some potential. He began to tinker around with a 9-volt battery we had inside, some duct tape, wires and a working switch.
And inevitably in having the camera outside, everyone lined up for a photo shoot. I love this one of Saw Eh Say–he was just a baby when we got here and now he’s walking, running, and destructing at every turn. He has also just sorted out our names. When he sees us, he shouts our names from his house across the street until we respond with a wave. It’s adorable, and only slightly embarrassing.