He is completely obsessed with tools, building, fixing, and anything to do with machinery.
He has to be watched 24/7 because of all of his "projects" he assigns himself.
Like, hammering 7 nails into the walls upstairs, "re-painting" our white banister with a red marker, using an entire roll of tape to tape a DVD to the wall (he was hanging a picture in his mind), shoving a huge stick through a tiny hole in the bathroom door to "fix it," spraying the entire kitchen with our sink sprayer in order to "wash the kitchen,'
This can be so cute and funny, but it can also drive me absolutely nuts trying to save our house from complete and utter destruction every 5 seconds.
This is what Luke did during breakfast the other day. He had no malice at all, he truly thought he was just doing a cool project.
Oh, and when I do get upset with him. One glance up at me with his construction glasses on, and it is all I can do not to roll on the floor dying of laughter.