Evidence is mounting that my son has too many toys. When his bestie got a red car, I allegedly went straight to Babies R'Us and bought one for him. He was seriously in love with it- and the devil made me do it.
The drama happened when my husband had to work late and my son insisted on driving the car immediately.
"Easy" 50-step instructions:
I have a college degree- how hard can this be? Oh, my battered pride:
He wouldn't leave me alone, I wasn't assembling fast enough...so he drove it like this until bedtime:
After much concentration, bad words muttered under my breath, a screwdriver being thrown across the room and making my husband finish the job at midnight...I present....
And that ends my desire to do it all myself-I don't need help-my son wants this-I can totally follow directions.