Ouch.
Well, perhaps Santa Claus will bring you a copy of
Technically, It's Not my Fault for the upcoming holiday season?
Because that really put it all into perspective for DH and myself, ultimately-- he ruined the largest crescent wrench that his father owned seeing what Joule heating was all about... and I explored physics in some unapproved ways involving staircases, laundry chutes, and gravity.
We both flirted with explosives.
Somehow both we and our parents survived, if this is any consolation.
{PS. In related news, DD has in fact had to spend a full weekend scraping goo off of wood floors, and tape off of painted trim molding.)
