Mr. Tinker

One day I heard my husband pull into the garage and shut his car door. I was in the kitchen cooking frantically. I wanted us to eat, get my son bathed,  and pajamas on before Teresa (my new novela).
I finished dinner.  No sign of the Mexican.  I poked my head into the garage.  I said, "Hey... what are you doing?  Dinner is ready."  He replied, "I'm working on something.  I'll eat later."

Normally I would have investigated that answer more but time was passing fast. I knew I did not have a minute to spare.

Once "Teresa" starts I like to sit back, relax, and lose myself in the novela.  So, I fed my son and I. Put the Mexican's dinner in the microwave.  Gave our son a bath and put on his pajamas.  As I was cleaning up the kitchen I heard a loud VROOOOOM!  "Oh my gosh!  What was that?"  Then again I heard several loud VROOM, VROOM, VROOOOOOMS!

I went into the gargage!  There was smoke! and fumes!  I thought, "Do I needed a gas mask to go any further?"  "What are you doing?  Oh my gosh!  Open the gargage door!"  After the smoke cleared...This is what I saw

A Go-Kart!!!

Did I mention that the Mexican likes to tinker around ???

When he brought this go-kart home, it would not crank. After working on it that night (i think he actually came in around midnight) it runs!  Yay!
I guess he will paint it and put some new tires on it.  At any rate our son thinks it is pretty cool.

riding go-kart

I'm glad my husband likes to fix things.  I just wish I could get him to fix the kitchen faucet.  He loves "projects" just not mine!