Chainsaw Boy

I sat through a good portion of The Grinch Who Stole Christmas at Eryn's school while she was attentively waiting for the teacher to finish reading. The whole time, the boy closest to me was moving two pieces of wood up and down and up and down and making chainsaw noises. Every once in a while he'd stop and ask himself, "What's wrong with my chainsaw?"

I hope he was imagining cutting down trees and not some sort of horror movie motif.