When I was young(er) I loved solving puzzles. As previously mentioned, I spent one whole summer figuring out how to solve the Rubik's cube. Apparently, RD has inherited my puzzle gene and is just as intrigued and interested in solving puzzles.
Eldest Sis (or was it Z) gave us a toy which I call the Rubik's sphere. When we got the toy, I hesitated to mix it up because I didn't have the time nor the patience to solve it. (And I knew it would drive me nuts if I mixed it up and was unable to fix it up.) So we left the puzzle untouched for the longest time.
One day, one of the children had the bright idea of mixing up the sphere. Around and around the colored pieces went, until the blues were mixed up with the reds and yellows; the greens were all over the place along with the orange pieces.
I just let it be. I knew that if I made an attempt to solve the thing, I would get hooked and might not be able to focus.
So the toy was left all a-jumble.
The other week, RD had been complaining of boredom so I dropped the sphere on his lap and said, "Here, solve this."
Truth be told, I was just trying to keep him busy.
Imagine my surprise when out of the blue he shouted, "I solved it!"
I was impressed! It was true. All the colors had found their way to their proper places.
RD had really outdone himself.
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