Except there was a problem. The guitar was permanently attached to Woody's hand. We pulled, we tried cutting, we hunted down nippers, we broke out the Ginsu, but alas nothing worked. In the end we were forced to take apart the guitar and see what we could do to dissect his hand from it's neck. This involved taking a few screws out of the back of the instrument. Once we got this done, and very nearly damaging the internal memory chip that made it play, I realized it did no good. It was sheer force and determination that allowed me to pull his hand free. And then we had to reassemble the guitar.
Becky took on this job. She sat patiently and put in each tiny little screw, turning the ridiculously small screwdriver between her fingers until they were all in place. Well, almost all of them.
"Mom, I'm missing a screw."
Well, I can't help with that.
"No, but you can get it from the counter for me."
And I thought, wow, she took that slam well. That was just no fun at all. So I got up and retrieved the screw for her. She thanked me for it and was nearly finished turning it in when she said, "Hey!" while laughing, albeit in a slightly insulted tone.
I rest my case.
15 comments:
good engineering there karen!!! i can't tell the difference...and they look pretty happy together. a smart mom always has a spare one for an emergency.
Can I tell you . . . Becky sounds like the coolest young woman - missing a screw or not! Good job, Momma!
Kids are wonderfully slow, aren't they? Ya gotta love 'em.
LOL! She's a little slow, but she got there!
she sounds fantastic. A keeper in my book....
Poor, poor Becky. And Woody.
Glad she caught on eventually! ;)
I still can't believe you haven't found the missing Woody. The guitar on the other hand cracks me up. Poor Becky ;)
Not so quick on the draw that one, eh? ;)
Haha! Poor Becky!
Glad you have another Woody doll.
Actually I think her problem solving skills here shine very bright! You did pitch in and help, and she accomplished the mission, bravo.
blonde much? heh.
at least she patiently solved the problem ... and waited until she was done to get the jab.
Sometimes, the delayed reaction is even sweeter than the one you didn't have to wait for... ;-)
*snort*
Ah, give her time. :) Looks like she did a stellar job though!
Welcome Woody (#???)!!! Like a good teacup, you can never have too many Woodies.
I'm all caught up. Whew! And now I'm worn out. I need a cup of tea. You are one busy lady . . . and I love your bloggy voice. : D
Post a Comment