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Last night, we found that Patrick's little Leap Frog Fire Engine was broken.

Well ... basically, the batteries corroded and it no longer worked ... played music and honked.

Thinking that it was a pretty simple design, I decided to take it apart to see if I could clean the leads and possibly get it working again.  As I removed the dozen or so one-inch screws, Patrick decided to step in and help.

With Patrick's help (Mama's distracting him at key moments), I managed to get the steering wheel disconnected and the wheels out to finally get it apart ... basically to find that the sections I needed into were deeper inside (more screws ... more complications).

I decided to let it be and search for a few one later.

Today, I searched ... and searched ... and searched (yes, I teach computers and pride myself on being able to locate just about anything ... a detailed knowledge of databases helps).  Apparently, it was a limited release and I really didn't find anything even similar.  I found one obscure ... ancient listing (OK, two months old ... maybe I'll get a response).

Needless to say, it is not getting replaced anytime soon ... unfortunately; one of his favorite toys.

Although, there is a cool side note ... tonight, we found him with my screwdrivers and the fire-engine upside down, trying to repair it as he and I did last night ...

So smart!
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