Rissa murdered my hair dryer. It was a crafting catastrophe. One minute she was melting crayons on a canvas - the next my hair dryer was the victim of too much "on." We suggested she use the heat gun.
"That sounds dangerous."
"No, not if you use it correctly. It's meant to be super hot."
"And a hair dryer isn't?"
"Not THIS hot. A heat gun will lift paint off of furniture - a quality you don't usually look for in a hair dryer."
She and David went out to buy me a new hair dryer, and then what did she do? She immediately tried to use the brand new hair dryer to melt crayons...
"Did I not tell you to use the heat gun?"
"Yes, but I'm worried that I'll melt my arm off. I'm worried it's like the cornballer."
"You will not melt your arm off... Don't point it at skin though."
Rissa's eyes got VERY wide. "I don't think so. The words NOT SAFE are coming to mind Mummy."
Anticipating the demise of a brand new hair dryer, I decided to give her a heat gun demonstration. I turned it on. It hummed to life.
"Ooooooh," said Rissa. "It's purring. Sounds so quiet and non-lethal. The regular hair dryer is louder. I thought when you started it up it would sound like a chainsaw! You know...
Ring, da-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
When Rissa saw how quickly the crayons melted, she quickly became a heat gun covert. Her eyes took on a gleam. She brandished the heat gun. "What else can I melt?"
"Whoa there Tex! This is when we make a rule that you only use the heat gun when there's an adult around."
Oooooh preeeeeeetttttttttyyyyyyyyyy cooooooooloooooooors....
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