After bed, PJ is calling down from the stairs, "Dad! Dad!"
"What is it!" I yell back, annoyed.
PJ has his hands stuck down into his pajama bottoms. "I found a middle nut!" he tells me.
"WHAT!" This can't be good. I am envisioning a trip to the emergency room, or at least a long, awkward talk.
"I found a middle nut!"
"Come down here and show me what you have."
It is only by the time he has come down the stairs that I determine that he is very excited about the METAL nut he found under his mattress, and is now holding in his hands. I take it from him and put it with my tools, shaking my head as I walk down the stairs to the basement.