Marcus has a bad habit of throwing things into the fan and watching them get hurled to the other side of the room. If you hear giggling and two loud cracks you generally can assume one of his hot wheels is impaled in a wall somewhere.
My mom hears a louder than normal crash one day. From Marcus's room.
When she gets there there is a big stuffed pooh on the floor with a fan blade lain on top. And Marcus is looking at the fan with surprise.
He looks at her. He looks at the fan.
"Marcus, what happened?"
"Pooh went into the fan."
"... How did Pooh get into the fan?"
"He jumped."
"Did you help him?"
He gives mom a look like shes stupid and goes "Well, yeah."
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