That's the kind of boy he is

Hugo has been having an ongoing conversation with Roo about a project he wants to work on. The conversation has been going on for well over a week.

Hugo is planning on building a submarine. In my basement. So far, an old ceiling fan has been taken apart into a billion little pieces which apparently will be seconded for the Nautilus.

For all I know, it may well be a nuclear submarine. Hugo is one of those boys who grows up to be one of those men with really big weird mechanical things in their basements, and a bunch of patents. I'm thinking a particle accelarator is what he'll ask for on his next birthday.

So, he's nattering away to Roo, and then says:

"Dad! I just had a brainhurricane!"

And that just IS Hugo. He doesn't brainstorm. He brainhurricanes!