20 months.

Today a coworker walked up to my desk and said, “Here, you have a kid. Take this.”

He handed me me some random Spongebob Squarepants toy from the bottom of a box of Cheerios.

Turns out, the toy was a water squirter; which will be perfect for bath time.

My son can turn anything into a toy. And he does. Every day and every hour.

If he discovers a mop in your closet, then it’s time to push that thing around like it’s his toy lawnmower.

If he finds my socks at the bottom of the stairs, then he has to put them on, becoming his new moon boots.

Jack recently discovered my wife’s 3 pound hand weights. Yes, now they are magic swords, evidently. And they shoot lasers out the ends, too.

He finds value in inanimate objects by asking himself, “How can I make this a fun and entertaining toy for the next 12 minutes?”

It totally reminds me of the “Props” game on the TV show Whose Line Is It Anyway?where they had to come up with a believable use for some random object… on the spot.

Yeah, now that I think about it, Jack really is constantly playing that game!

Wow. I understand my son so much better now.

Thank you, Drew Carey.