It's probably hard to see, but there's a hammer in one pocket, a ruler in the other, and a wrench in his hand.
With any luck, he may have inherited the handy man gene my father-in-law posses in spades. It seems to have skipped a generation with my husband, who can manage some basic repairs, but prefers to pay a professional with anything serious.
But my father-in-law can fix anything, as Caleb is quick to tell you. He's fixed things we thought were impossible to fix. I wish I had a brain that could take something apart, find what's wrong, and put it back together. My brain simply doesn't work that way. But if something ever breaks in the house, Caleb is the first to say, "Papa can fix it!"
And you know what? Papa can!