[ WP ] A new anti-graffiti method is put into spray paint . It now screams when it is sprayed .

It was that time of year, and it seemed I was more excited than my son was. During the Cub Scout meeting that week each boy received his package for the Pinewood Derby. I remembered racing when I was a kid. Everyone would carve, paint, and decorate the small wooden block inside the package. When derby day came, we see who made the fastest race car. This would be my boy Stevie ’ s first derby. 
 
 “ But, Dad... ” Stevie griped on the ride home. “ Do we have to? ” 
 
 I was shocked. “ What do you mean? Making the race car is half the fun! I already went out and bought some spray paint—Red and yellow. We could call it the Flash! ” That ’ s his favorite superhero. How could he disagree with my logic? 
 
 “ Todd and Davie said painting it is the worse part! ” 
 
 What were those older Boy Scouts talking about? Maybe it was the paint fumes they didn ’ t like. I chalked it up to childish silliness and continued on. That weekend my daughter ’ s art supplies were moved aside to work on the car. Stevie was hesitant at first, but as we started to carve his fears went away and he was back to that little blonde fireball I know and love. 
 
 “ Alright, ” I said once the time had come. I put the work-in-progress down on some old newspapers. “ We ’ ll do a base coat of primer, then make a Flash design as it dries. ” 
 
 “ Do we have to paint it? ” Stevie warbled. 
 
 “ Yes, yes we do. ” Great, I thought. Was this going to be a repeat of the car ride conversation again? “ Just because some of the cool, older boys don ’ t like something, doesn ’ t mean you can ’ t like it. ” 
 
 I gave the spray can a shake, put my thumb on the cap, and aimed at the little chunk of wood sitting on Tuesday ’ s sports page. As soon as my finger went down, a bone cracking scream reverberated around the garage. 
 
 I stopped almost instantly. 
 
 “ What was that? ” I asked panicked. Looking at Stevie I saw he had his fingers in his ears. 
 
 “ I told you, ” She shouted, not taking his fingers away, “ Tood and Davie say it ’ s stupid! And loud! ” 
 
 I look at the spray can more closely than when I ’ d been picking the colors.'Now with anti-graffiti deterrent!' It read in bold letters at the bottom. 
 
 I tried it again, and the same scream came out. There was no way we ’ d be able to paint the whole thing with a sound like that! My ears were already hurting. 
 
 “ Stevie, ” I said once he ’ d unplugged his ears, “ Go ask your sister if we can borrow her puff paint. ”
