I was cleaning up the garage the other day and had a little chuckle when I came across this. It was one of a couple of lockout boxes I built one summer when my oldest had turned 12. He hadn't been doing his chores that were given to him to have done by the time his Mom and I got home from work. For punishment his Mom told him that he couldn't watch TV for a week. We'd get home every day and chores were still not done and TV was warm...hmm. So necessity, the mother of invention, prompted me to take drastic measures. I built one of these boxes for each TV in the house and locked the plug inside of it so it couldn't be plugged in. There were fits thrown and you'd have thought his life was over, but...chores started getting done after that week of grounding was over.
I decided to put in on the shelf and pass it on when he has kids of his own.
To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word “boo.” – Robert Brault