Dad, could I have that screwdriver...

I was making lunch today, cutting up some watermelon for the first course for the horde, when my seven yr old daughter skips up beside me and asks innocently...

"Dad, could I have that screwdriver?" Pointing to the drawer besides me.
"Uh... sure" I say, while trying to calculate the possible mischief that could be achieved before I finish  cutting the watermelon while out of the corner of my eye (Only mum's have eye's in places other than the front of their face) simultaneously tracking a small stream of watermelon juice travelling across the counter and pondering whether I'll be able to catch it before it becomes another sticky mess on the floor.

Having made the gamble after handing over the device of mass destruction I try to hurry through the watermelon, trying not to add body parts while monitoring the sticky streams progress.

Unfortunately, what is moments after this gamble I hear a fairly impressive crash - considering it felt like a nano second, and after all; the device was only a small Phillips screwdriver... surely.

Considering my options and the lack of tears / screams or otherwise distressing noises usually expected alongside such a noise of destruction and disaster -  I decided not to turn around. This way I at least could allocate my eyes in the battle against the watermelon and now river's of sticky mess. But not totally wanting to abdicate my responsibility as father, I ventured to ask...

"You OK?"
To which the bright, innocent and happy reply was..
"Yes, I'm fine...." as if there was no reason in the world that could have solicited my query... promptly followed up by the equally non-plussed, innocent and happy reply..
"... the truck isn't though."

Grimacing, I finished up the cutting, wiped it up the sticky oceans (Yes my love, I actually wiped up after my mess.. I hope you're sitting while reading this...) and turned around to survey the carnage.

There was my eldest, industriously attempting to fix the truck for her siblings.

You know; I love homeschooling - it's ability to be able to use every small experience as another learning opportunity in life...

It's just that sometimes.... it's a little scary.
:)