Should have named him Jack

So last week my flat iron died. After 6 years my sweet, cheap Vidal Sassoon flat iron lost it's battle with my frizz. So I sent Chase off to the store with instructions to purchase a new one, which he did like the brave boy that he is. He brought me home a NEW Vidal Sassoon flat iron (that, consequently, is HOT PINK, causing the hubster to get some questioning looks from lady passers-by).

Anywho, so said flat iron is packed as one would expect, in a long, skinny cardboard box with the words VIDAL SASSOON (start paying attention...now) down each side in bright, reflective letters.

Now, before going forward I should tell you about the engineering phase that Cameron is in right now. He loves to find random boxes and bits of packaging and re-purpose it into things like Wolverine claws or Iron Man boots. It's ingenious, really.

So, when I left the box on the side table last night I swear I wasn't thinking that anything noteworthy would happen to it.

I SWEAR.

Fast forward to today: the Sabbath. I arrive home from church late to find Cameron has been keeping himself busy in his usual manner. He found the box first thing this morning and realized it fit perfectly over his arm, like a little sleeve. Nice, right?

Except, perhaps, for the fact that he re-fashioned it to look like...

Well...

Like this...

You're going to want to click on those.

It'll be worth it.

 

So CLEARLY, while Cameron is aware of many POTTY WORDS that I'm not a fan of, there are still some words lacking in his vocabulary. And I'm okay with that.

Now, let's just talk about the PROBABILITY of him cutting this box into TWO identical armbands of profanity...it boggles the mind, doesn't it? It's got to be up there with lightning striking the same place twice.

P.S. When Chase took these pictures Cameron's ONLY concern was that the pink part of the box would be showing. Because, obviously, that would compromise his masculinity. Or make him look silly. I can't WAIT for him to read this when he's 20.