Aaron pushed his glasses up his nose and gave Meghan a pointed look. “Do you mean the one that sent water everywhere or the one that made the hole in the kitchen? The hole that took me three weeks to fix.”
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean for the scrubber to explode. It shouldn't have exploded. Everything was sound.”
“Jack, Jack, Jack. Of course it was sound. It was just a very large explosion sound.” Meghan started laughing while Jack tried to come up with a reply.
“I know you didn't mean for the machine to explode Jack.” Aaron shook his head, sending his glasses sliding down his nose. “You never mean for your machines to explode. However, there is no denying the fact that, more often than not, they do explode.”
“Oh, I know. Why don't you try to build an exploding machine.” Meghan smirked at the boys' confused expressions. “After all, if your machines explode when you try to make them not explode, if you try to make them explode, they won't.”
“Meghan, that makes no sense. I suggest Jack just leave off inventing. Obviously he has no talent for it.”
Jack's eyes narrowed. He stood up and walked out of the room. He would show them. He would make a useful invention if it was the last thing he did. Five corridors and two flights of stairs later, Jack sighed as he realized it may very well be the last thing he did.