When I walked out into the garage this morning, I noticed a baseball bat lying on the floor.
"Why is there a baseball bat in the middle of the garage?" I asked my seven-year-old son.
"I was trying to open the garage door."
"With a baseball bat?"
"What were you going to do? Beat the door open?" I couldn't believe he'd try to bust through a metal garage door.
"No, Mom, that's silly," my son said. "I used it to reach the button. I pressed the garage door opener with it."
Oh. I guess I should give my kid more credit. He's actually pretty inventive!