the new columbo: two boys and a fridge

Okay, so our fridge is a little bit broken. I know, I know, how can something be a little bit broken? Easy. It's not dead. If it was dead it would be all broken. It's not. It's fixable. Potentially. Maybe. So it's little bit broken.

As such, we've moved everything from the little bit broken fridge in the kitchen to the totally fine (and much bigger and nicer fridge) in the garage. Life goes on. Kind of pain when you're pouring a bowl of cereal though. Steve unplugged the inside fridge to maybe relieve some of it's brokenness and maybe restore it to life while we wait for the landlord to come "have a look."

Why can't we just move the outside fridge inside, you ask? Good question. Here's the answer: the inside fridge is a transplant from Munchkinland. It has to be because of the giant (and totally useless) cabinet that hangs over it. The standard American-sized fridge in the garage won't fit under the cabinet. Have I mentioned it's useless?

Why can't my oh-so-handy husband remove said useless cabinet and bring in the good fridge? Also a good question. Here's the answer - because the cabinet has fused with the wall. Since it's been here since the house was built, it was probably built into the wall. I wouldn't know how to take it down and Steve looks up at it, shakes his head, and says, "it's not my house."

So, an empty, open-doored fridge in the kitchen is bound to spark childhood curiosity. Detectives Sam and Jake are looking into the fridge to identify what exactly is making the fridge broken.

And here's a delighfully random video clip of the boys' looking for clues, pondering the evidence (with a banana and a Star Wars X-wing fighter in hand - of course!), and posing a hypothesis. Hope you enjoy the "AH-hA!" moments as much as I did.