"fix it so he can't find his socks."
Double trouble for him. Haven't you ever heard of the theory that socks are the larval form of coathangers? This explains why the former always seem to be disappearing and the latter keep showing up out of nowhere.
My son's only 5 and I have no idea what my wife would do with the kits. I guess I subconsciously considered my unfinished kits to be directly connected to my longevity. "As long as I have some left to do, I ain't goin' nowhere!"
Guess I might want to make arrangements, just in case I'm attacked by a swarm of crazed squirrels or something next week.
( Sorry if the levity may seem out of place or offend anyone. My family has always had a rather unusual attitude about death, using wakes to celebrate the life of the deceased rather than the more stereotypical mutual mourning, etc. )
I couldn't even find my way back to "normal" with the Hubble!