Rube Goldberg Part 2

Remember when T Rex Dad repaired the furnace? Well, this time it was T Rex Mom repairing T Rex's glasses. Our son seriously needs his glasses - all the time. He even asks for them if he goes any amount of time without them.

Well, last night, T Rex Dad was carrying them - yes, only carrying them, and they fell apart at the nose piece right in his hands. It's going to take a few days to get them replaced so what to do in the mean time? Well, jerry-rig something or as T Rex Dad says, do a Rube Goldberg. And that's just what I did. Grandma would be proud.

When I was a girl I lived with my grandma for a while. She lived in this tiny, ancient house that had actually been moved at the turn of the century since the town it was located in was going to be flooded when Hoover Dam was built and Lake Mead created. That house was literally insulated with newspapers and the windows were held together by tape. The roof leaked like crazy. It was my job after a rain storm to get up on the roof and patch the holes with rubber cement. Rubber cement was Grandma's fix to everything. Well, I guess I learned a thing or two...

T Rex's glasses held together by Scotch tape and a rubber band - not rubber cement but close enough, right?

T Rex happily wearing said glasses (yes, he's doing his morning potty break - but that's usually the only time he holds still in the morning and I needed a still shot to show the glasses.)

We'll see how my "jerry-rigging" holds up.

In the mean time, is there anything around your house that you've jerry-rigged or Rube Goldberged?