Doing the Can Can (farm style)

It all started with the Great Garage Cleaning. While Mom was lolling around the pool in Louisiana, the kids and I decided that having no money to go shopping, we would give Dad a special gift for Father's Day - his tools all in one place, by his workbench. Sounds reasonable - until you look at the three-stall garage, and realize that the tools are scattered on every shelf, and most are on the opposite end from the workbench! Just for added challenge, there are still a dozen or more boxes of various stored stuff still stacked in the middle, along with several large dog crates, the broken washing machine, exercise equipment---you get the idea.
So the gang pitched in, lots of moving to and fro, emptying shelves, lifting boxes onto other shelves, gradually rounding up the tools and "Dad stuff". They really were working up a sweat.
Then it happened.
Lee discovered the Can Crusher, mounted on one of the shelving units. Wow! A new toy! A few cans were lying about on the floor and were promptly crunched. That caught the attention of the rest of the punks. They remembered the huge black garbage bags of cans we had just stashed for recyling day. And the Can Can was on!


In the blink of an eye, the bags were emptied, scattering a kalideoscope of color across the floor, and every kid began their own unique way of stomping, smashing, crushing and otherwise flattening the million or so cans.

The LAST CAN!!!

Wait! What's this? They raided the recycle bins on the back porch, checked under the car seats, scoured the office - not a can escaped the Can Can!

If you ever want to have a great impromptu giggling, stompin' good time, just leave a few cans out near a can crusher, call the punks, and walk away whistling after the carnage.

And Dad was way impressed by his super new shop area, just for him! He could even find his WD-40 within 5 seconds.