Mark loves “machines”. “Machines” can be, well, any machine—air con units, vacuum cleaners, washing machines… anything with a loud engine that roars, bonus if something spins and he can see it.
The other day, he was spending the evening at my in-laws. We picked him up after school and stopped by home. I figure I would give him his bath, to save my in-laws the trouble (I know, I’m a very nice person…).
Problem: after the bath, his hair was wet (duh!) and I didn’t want him to get cold in the car.
“Eh… don’t we have a hair dryer somewhere?” I thought. Yeah, well, I don’t style my hair or blow dry, I let the wind do it, and I can’t remember the last time I use a hair dryer.
“Mark, come to my room… I’m going to show you a really cool machine.”
Of course, he followed me without complaining (toddler pro-tip: always build anticipation).
I found the hair dryer in its box, under the sink. I brought it back to his room and plugged it in. I grabbed the camera as well, just in case.
The look on his face was priceless—a mix of “OMG this is so cool” and “wait a sec… what the hell is that?” I blew hot wind on his face and he loved it. Then he tried it on me. Then on him again.
Yeah, he arrived at my in-laws a bit later than planned…