I was outside this morning painting a couple of things, when Augie came up to me and asked for a "screwgrabber." That's what he calls screwdrivers. So I went into the garage and grabbed an old screwdriver I had sitting on the workbench. But that wasn't good enough for him. He said, "No, that one," and pointed to the set of screwdrivers hanging on the wall -- the ones I usually use. I don't know why he needed one of those, but I know why he needed one: the lawnmower was acting up and needed some tweaking.
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