I didn’t even touch a hammer until I was ten years-old. I can barely use one today. I can barely change a light bulb.
In fact, I’ve had a friend look at two lighting fixtures in my home over the last year, thinking that the wiring was bad both times when all it needed was a new light bulb.
As you can imagine, I haven’t heard the end of this and probably never will.
The same fate will not befall my daughter if I have anything to say about it. Even though she hammered my thumb twice on Saturday and stuck me with a nail, I refuse to allow her to end up as incompetent as her father.
With the hope of The Home Depot, of course.