He’s building an EMP generator out of lego, and it won’t work as long as I keep moving.
Uh oh he dropped it!
“Hold still!”
He fixed it.
"Okay dad hold sti ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Crap. I’m a robot now.
He keeps calling me “sir” now.
But it’s still past bedtime.
Even for robots.
:rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:
Everybody knows that robots do not sleep. They recharge power or have maintenance cycles.
Wait a few years when your whole house is decorated in Legos, including the floor- being a robot will seem easy.
(And don’t tell me they’re Lego, not Legos. When they embed themselves in the sole of my foot at 2AM, I’ll call them any damn thing I want to. )
Midnight Legoectomies are the best. My parents had four kids very into Legos. We’d play with them all summer in the basement when it was too hot to go outside. Which was quite often. Many fond memories of summertime Lego play.
Woah. I was right to be afraid. My beloved son had allspark access, and cut me out of the loop before I could grab the fucking power cord to keep him from frying the power supply of my favorite notebook.
There’s no point in even thinking about buying carpet, right?
Carpet? You’re funny.
When you slept, did you dream of electric sheep?
Maybe you need some fuel. Are there any old people with medicine nearby?
Sadly, my son has been briefly exposed to the game show “Wipeout”, and now my job is now keeping him from jumping from (back of) couch to (top of) chair to (holy christ!) (other side of) big window. Where’s that allspark now that I need it?