After much searching, we were able to locate Max's missing Ben 10 watch. He was ecstatic. So much so, in fact, that me broke the damn thing within about 10 minutes of playing with it.
It seemed like one of the internal sensors wasn't working properly. Knowing that this damn plastic watch is worth more than my fake Rolex, I was determined to fix it.
I took it apart and found that there was a spring-loaded trigger mechanism that was not returning to it's orignal position, so I fixed it. That's right I fuckin' fixed something! WIN!
Max was happy. He only looks angry in this photo because "that's how superheroes look, Dad." I'm so out of touch!
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