There are reasons I don't go out to the garage very often. Here you see a few of them. (No, I don't mean The Boy.)
That makes my head want to explode.
This... well... what can I say. It's the Testosterzone.
This, on the other hand, makes my heart sing. Gunnar loves to take things apart and see what's inside. He usually remembers to ask first, because - Lord have mercy - he is not so much into putting it all back together. But, as Kerry's fax machine went belly up, he can have at it.
He doesn't just smash things, as we sometimes enjoy, but really takes them apart carefully. Then he brings me his treasures ;D