This is what happens when an inquisitive 6-year-old has a tape measure of his own:
He was excited that I bought him his own sewing box, though the only thing I’ve bought for them are the tape measures. I had to assure him that the tape measure can be replaced and that when Grandma was young, she would take apart clocks and watches to see how they worked.
Got to love them.
Tickled on the Journey, Jackie