For anything slightly out of the ordinary, its purpose must be doing magic tricks. Keep in mind this inference came from a two year old. Also keep in mind the house he lives in (click here to see the weird stuff he's growing up around).
For instance, the other day, I was doing laundry in the basement and the Son was messing around through our box of what I call Random Junk. Suddenly he comes up to me with a child-sized pair of red tights (perhaps they belonged to the previous owner of our house? They did leave behind a ton of junk....). "Do magic, Mommy."
"That's not magic. They're tights."
"Oh. Papá magic?"
Taking my silence to be assent, he dragged the tights up the stairs to the kitchen so that Papá would have the opportunity to show him his new magic trick when he comes home.
Needless to say, I got rid of the tights after bedtime. Thankfully, the Son's forgotten they ever existed. Papá probably would have had to come up with a tight trick!
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