I Suspect My Kids Think I’m Useless
by“You like my bike?” Miss4 asked our guests last night. They smiled and nodded appropriately. “Daddy took it to a shop so the man could clean it.”
“You like my bike?” Miss4 asked our guests last night. They smiled and nodded appropriately. “Daddy took it to a shop so the man could clean it.”
“All we need to do,” I told my wife, “is buy an old table and cut the legs down. I’ve got a saw!” Anyone who’s ever seen or heard about my efforts with a hammer is now shuddering involuntarily.
I love nothing more than finding a reason to run down to the local hardware where I can check out the tape measures. These are the only ‘tools’ Tracey lets me play with these days. I have five.