Can someone tell me why Transformer toys are so maddening? Is it because I'm missing some male gene that is needed to reconfigure Transformers after a child has disassembled them? I was attempting to reconstruct Devastator this morning and came very close to handing him off to Alfie, our labradoodle, in the hopes she could help. After all, she is a mix of the smartest dog breeds, and I am certain I saw a definite look of interest on her face when I offered him up to her.
Unfortunately, Devastator did not get put back together this morning, and he is still lying in five nice pieces by the damaged instruction sheet that didn't quite make it through Christmas morning which poses an additional hardship for me...I'll keep trying, however, while listening to my five-year-old hurry me along with "just give it to me, mom, I can do it,..." which is likely the most motivating sound I hear and ultimately what keeps Devastator out of the paws of our labradoodle!
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