The static electricity machine.

I love a good imagination.

When I finally dragged myself out of bed this morning (after 9 am!) I went downstairs to see what the boys were up to.

Two of them were playing Wii. The other one was doing this:

He spun around and around and around, his head touching the carpet.

“Look, Mom. I’m a static electricity machine. Touch my feet!”

Ouch!

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