This morning I found DD6 on the floor with my wall calendar and a sharpie, elaborately working out the weeks and days between something and something else. (For some reason, the counting had to be done by 3's.)

A short while later I found her smashing a used printer cartridge in a mixing bowl with a hammer in order to extract the remaining ink.

I've been waiting for years for attention-hound DD to figure out how to entertain herself. Be careful what you wish for.