So Little Miss comes into my home office this morning with several screws in her hand. “I see some nails!” she announces.
I take them from her with thanks, assuming my husband left some out in the living room last time we were putting up pictures or something.
Several minutes later, she comes in the office and pulls a chair up, clanking a bunch of hardware onto the tabletop. With a raised brow, I ask her where she got those about the time the lightbulb goes off: it’s all the metal pulls, etc. from the entertainment center in the living room. All of them. Totally disassembled. “Oh, they’re all broken!” she says with a smile.
“I see that. Can we go put them back in?”
She giggles, and blissfully spends the next ten minutes reconstructing the thing. “I fixed it!” she says.
Indeed. The beginning of the end of the safety of every remaining piece of furniture in the house. Dare I hope she’ll grow up to be a carpenter? They have a great union. She can take care of me in my gray-haired old age. Which at this rate may be next week.
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