This evening, Caetlyn and I were standing in the kitchen. Chris was monkeying with the panel box and breakers...you see, every time I turn the fan dimmer switch thingy and *click* the one breakers trip. Every time....
I said, being a totally smarty pants, "You should call an electrician, too bad we don't know a good one." I giggled a bit. (For those of you who don't know, Chris is, in fact, an electrician.) Caetlyn piped in and said that we should call the guy that fixed Nina and Papa's TV. (Chris' mom and Ken.) The she got this idea..."Oh, WAIT.... DAD'S AN ELECTRICIAN!!!!" I said, "Oh, well you better go tell him." Dad, Dad, Dad. You are an electrician."
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