The Side Effects of Endorphins

Our grandson, Arthur has this thing about ceiling fans. To give it a little context last year on a vacation in Ocean Shores, Washington there was a ceiling fan in the upstairs bedroom. The first thing he did in the morning was to inquire, Opa can we go up and see the ceiling fan? He loves using the control making it stop and start. He is likethat with most everything. I can understand trucks, fire trucks, escalators, and front-end loaders however, ceiling fans were not on my radar for something a kid would like, but he does.

We just spent a vacation on the East Coast. The house we were visiting in New Hampshire, has a few ceiling fans. It did not take him long to gain control of the remote. It kept him amused, turning the fans on and off. I noticed a few days into the trip, that he suddenly stopped playing with the ceiling fan. I remember him saying that he could not find the remote control and you get busy and never think about it again. He had bigger things to do, as there were bulldozers in the neighborhood, Port-a potties and even a fire truck that they let him ride. So, I thought maybe the fascination with the ceiling fans had run its course.

After a long day of trains planes, automobiles, escalators, shuttles, and elevators, we arrived back home in Seattle Washington. He and his sister did great on the flight home. That is quite the endeavor for two young kids. He also alerted all those within ear shot, that we were flying. He was so excited to see the plane takeoff from inside a plane.

“We are Flying.”

I imagine they both fell asleep quite easily that night. The following day, we get a text from his mother saying, that she found the remote for the ceiling fan in his backpack. He has a blue backpack, and it is pretty cute. I cannot remember which of the Paw Patrol is on the outside. I believe it is Marshal.

Just because his responses are so darn interesting his mom decided she would put him on trial that night and see how the remote control ended up in his backpack.

The trial played out humorously.

Mom – (while holding out the remote and in the gentlest voice) I have a question for you. Do you see this?

He looks at it for a few seconds and speaks. “It was at our house?”

She responds with, “How did it get here?”

Without skipping a beat he responds with, “We Don’t have ceiling fans here.”  While continuing to click the remote control.

He sticks to his story and repeats the fact that they do not have a ceiling fan at home.

 

Did you put this in your backpack?

He looks at her for a few seconds, with a flash of a smile and says,

 ‘Yeah’

While drawing out the word ‘Yeah.’ Into a more than one syllable.

And he expands on the motive.

“I searched everywhere for my Lost fan remote control.” Notice he is taking ownership of the remote.

It has become quite clear at this time that he did not take the remote control. I also suspect he wished he would have thought of that. You could gather this by the gleam in his eye. I am not sure who put it in his backpack. He may have but I rather doubt it. His little sister Lou is a prime suspect.