"Mommy, mommy,come downstairs, quick!  You have to see what Gabe did!"  As a mother, when I hear those words I can usually plan on some catastrophe ("What's a capastapy?"--Charlie & Lola)--for example, earlier today those same words meant that Gabe had thrown the marbles across the room and half of them rolled under the oven . . . and yesterday it was because his diaper was leaking all over the floor just as I was heading out the door to run Lydia and her friends to choir practice.  So today I was quite relieved to see this:

I don't know when he discovered that magnets can stick to screws . . . Gabe single-handedly found all the metal near where he was playing with Jacob's Magnetix--Jacob and I had a good laugh about it, and he was quite proud of himself.  Hey, could have been worse, right?