My Dad is visiting us for the weekend. Whenever he comes, we seem to end up visiting Bunnings – a mega hardware store – numerous times. Bunnings is Dad’s temple and since I’ve always got a list of jobs for him to do, we end up making numerous trips there. Although so far this weekend we haven’t had to go once, even though Dad has been hard at work fixing things.
My husband, Ben, is very clever and good at lots of things: he’s a world-renowned group theorist, an international chess master, speaks some French and Latin, is a master of crosswords and puzzles, has a deep and soulful singing voice, but he’s no handyman. In fact, he’s a crap handyman (although he did fix our coffee grinder – he made me write this). I’m the handyman in our household. When I first met Ben and moved into his apartment, I woke up one morning to find the smoke alarm on the floor outside our kitchen. It had been sticky-taped to the ceiling! Sticky-taped!!! I offered to affix it properly for him and asked for Ben’s Phillip’s head, to which he replied, “What’s that?”.
NB: This post was published with prior approval from Ben who did not mind me making fun of him. This is a sign of self-assurance which is a very attractive quality in a man. 🙂
Elizabeth, who is four, is sneaky and manipulative. Ok, so I have only myself to blame as I’m sure she’s inherited these qualities from me. This morning when she saw Ben’s Easter egg, she asked him to share it with her. When he asked whether she’d share her Easter egg with him, she said no. So Ben explained that this was unfair and that sharing goes both ways. So she disappeared for a little while then returned with a collection of crayons in a bowl and explained that these were her hot dogs and that she would share them with Ben.
Happy Easter everyone!