Funny Guy was a very busy boy this week.  It was either Monday or Tuesday when this story happened.  It was in the morning and I was a little distracted by doing school with the oldest two.  So Funny Guy and Blue had been watching a little PBS.  After a little while he comes upstairs, goes out to the garage and finds some scraps of wood - more like pieces of shimmeys about a 2x2 in. square for most of them.  He must have been watching a show that showed or talked a lot about street signs.  He brought the scraps of wood in and proceeded to draw on several of them with permanent marker, making the appropriate street sign for whereever he planned to put it.  I was pretty impressed that he knew what the signs meant!

Later in the day I found one of them downstairs by some K'Nex formed into a square.  It was a one way sign for the cats, he said, so they would know how to get to the litter box.  I didn't have the heart to ask him how they would get out if there was only a one way on the way in.  Our litter box has a cover over it, so they'd be going the wrong way down a one way street when they were done.  It was pretty hilarious!

Another one he wanted to put up in his room.   He wanted to know how to hang it up.  It was just a little square so I suggested he put a couple thumb tacks on his bulletin board and let the sign sit on them.  A couple minutes later he went out into the garage, then came back in.  Remember, I was a little distracted with school and didn't notice he had brought in a hammer until I heard the hammering.  I called up and asked what he was doing, and then Boyzer noticed that Funny Guy was hammering on the door to their room!   Sure enough, he had pounded two thumb tacks into the nice, white, hollow core door to their bedroom.  They were perfectly spaced and would have held the sign very nicely.

After my initial shock I asked him why he had put them in the door.  He apparently thought I said 'door' when I had said 'board'.  It was one of those 'childish' moments for him.  He didn't mean to ruin the door.  His only thought was put up his street sign for the boys' room.  Of course, we did take out the tacks and I warned him that Papa might not be too happy when he saw the door.  He seemed to take that fine and I figured it was all done now.  Later in the day as I walked by the door again I noticed he had cut out a small piece of white copy paper, just large enough to cover the holes, and taped it over the holes.  Poor Guy!  I guess he was worried about Papa's reaction!  As it turned out, when my dh heard the story he could only laugh about it.  Just another day with Funny Guy.