Ya gotta love’em (’cause you can’t kill’em)
My husband broke out his tool box the other day and resolved himself to fixing the bathroom lock . Seems the darn thing had decided to stop locking…again. And in a household of seven that can be especially dangerous for the person occupying the facility, trust me. (I think the lock had help in the form of a bunch of kids playing tag with someone trying to pick the lock in order to catch the person hiding inside, but what do I know. I’m just the mom)
So as he’s unscrewing the thing from the door, my youngest daughter walks by.
“Daddy, what’cha doing?”
“Fixing the door lock. Someone broke it again.”
At this point a huge smile broke across her four year old face.
“I did, daddy.”
“Oh, you did?” asked the resident handyman… who was not really surprised by her declaration.
” Yes, and I had fun breaking it too. Are you having as much fun fixing it, daddy?”