My nine-year-old grandson likes to make those kids’ projects
from Lowe’s, so I got him a monster truck kit today. He was a little scary with a hammer. I made him read the directions himself and I
told him to follow them exactly - which he almost did. Almost.
A thin base was to be nailed to the body of the truck. But he didn’t read it exactly. There were three parts to be nailed together,
not just two. So, when he nailed the two
together, the nails went right through, and right into the dining room
table. The little nails were
ring-shanked, and when I tried to pull the truck body up, the four nails pulled
through and were left in the table. The
look of horror on Bennett’s face was priceless.
I calmly told him that it was all right.
But I didn’t tell my wife that it was all right. I just pulled the nails out as best as I
could. I hope she doesn’t read this
post. But of course, you’ll be sure to
tell her, won’t you?!
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