Our mechanical son was fascinated by the fragments of teenager abused pumpkins after Halloween. We tossed the punk busted punks into the compost bin out back. He would later grab our neighbor lady by the hand, walk her over to the nearest window, point out back and say "Goken!"
This was his first real word, and a foreshadowing of many later adventures involving battlebots, home made cannon, an extensive basement workshop, and more.
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