I have sons that I swear are part engineer. From a very young age they were curious about how things worked. At age two, Jonathan accompanied me to the mailbox and we stopped to say hello to the next door neighbor. Suddenly the neighbor grabbed my shoulder and stopped talking. “This has been nice and all but could your son please put together my light fixtures?” Jonathan had completely disassembled them. He quietly put them back together and smiled. Now he knew that was wrong to do. When about the same age, my second son was next to me at…
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