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The Society of Kids Who Stuff Things into Other Things

I don't remember why I'd started to head upstairs this morning. Because when I got to the stairs, I heard two things: A crying kid about to go hysterical and what sounded like a fountain.

We don't have a fountain. What we have is a kid who finally got an answer to a question that had apparently been puzzling her for awhile: Just how much toilet paper could she stuff in the toilet without it overflowing when she flushed it? Answer: Just a bit less than the amount she stuffed in. Oh, well, the bathroom floor needed to be cleaned anyway, although I'm kind of thinking the water that began dripping out of the kitchen chandelier not long after was not A Good Thing.

Jay, meanwhile, photographs what he found when he unscrewed an old computer speaker:

... [C]rayons everywhere! Apparently Sadie had been pushing crayons into the speaker unobserved. You'll notice that no crayon is allowed to remain clothed. The wrappers must be torn methodically off each and every one as soon as possible. ...

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you brought back a flood of memories. I, personally was a rock crammer. the grill of my parents' car -- I would sit in the driveway and put pebbles and rocks into the grill... millions of them.

and they'd drive down the street wondering what that noise was when they turned corners.

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