Sometimes I'm Amazed

Yesterday Sam agreed to take the training wheels off his bike. I couldn't find any tools in the garage - I think they were stolen in the Open Garage Incident of Summer 2004. But when Sam suggested I just twist off the bolts that held the wheels on, I tried to show him how tightly they were attached and explain that we didn't seem to have the right tool to remove them.

"Just a minute!" he said, running into the house. He was soon back out, holding a socket wrench.

"Sam. That's just what I needed. Where'd you find it?" I asked him, truthfully impressed.

"It was in the den," he told me, a testament to the order of our house.

"How did you know that was the right tool?" I asked.

"Because they are both hectagons," he told me.