He’s always been an idea guy. Not the kind who drafts business plans or changes the world—more the kind who watches a five-minute YouTube video and thinks, “I could do that.”

Last month, it was home brewing. Before that, bread making. Before that… was it pottery? Or maybe the time he tried to “learn the guitar” using only a single chord and a lot of confidence. Either way, every hobby ends the same way: a garage full of expensive equipment and me pretending not to notice the credit card bill.

So when he came home last week with a brand-new drone and those ridiculous VR goggles, I knew exactly how this movie was going to end. I just didn’t expect the ending to happen so soon.

He was so focused—brow furrowed, thumbs twitching over the controls—completely unaware that his new $900 flying marvel was making a beeline for the living room window. And then—crash. Glass everywhere. The dog still hasn’t come out from under the couch.

The thing is, I love that he tries. I love that he’s willing to jump headfirst into something new, even if he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. I just wish, for once, his adventures didn’t come with a clean-up bill and a call to the insurance company.

But tomorrow? He’ll be back out there, goggles on, controller in hand. And I’ll be watching—half amused, half terrified—because you can’t stop a man on a mission… even if that mission is doomed from the start.