Last Christmas my dad had given his future grandson, Zachary, a remote control car. As soon as my dad brought out that car, I immediately looked over at wide-eyed Jason and said, "This isn't yours, Jason. You can't play with this until Zachary is born." At the time I wasn't even going to let Jason open the package, but I broke down, and let him take the car for a little spin. Since then the car has been stored in Zachary's bedroom closet...

Well, I was going down to do a load of laundry the other day and what do I see on the basement floor... Zachary's remote control car in pieces! Because of Jason's fascination with toys and hacking them to bits, I determined that, yes, Jason was going to get a lecture about stealing his son's toy.

I ran upstairs and asked Jason what he was thinking. I tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't help but be amused by the guilty look on his face. Jason was justifying the destruction of Zachary's toy by saying, "But I'm hacking the car to make it even better. It's going to be a car that drives itself."

Okay, that's cool, but I hope he doesn't make it a habit of stealing his boy's toys. I'm sure when Zachary is able to speak I'll be hearing, "Mom, dad is hacking my toys again."

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