Proud Dad moment.
October 5, 2009
Some friends of ours are moving to Sydney and we have inherited their backyard swing-set. I bought it home and re-assembled it today under the watchful eyes of Buster Boy and the Troll Princess. On the first test run of the two seat swing Buster Boy noticed a squeak coming from the pivot point where the swing meets the crossbar, without missing a beat he turned to Mrsdave and said
There’s a squeak there Mum. You better get some WD-40 to fix it.
All that time in the shed is beginning to pay off.
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I think the pertinent thing here is, Dave: he turned to Mrsdave to fix it.
I was on the other side of the yard, Mrsdave was right there, it wasn’t a question of ability.
That’s pretty lame, Dave, using distance as an excuse. Buster Boy knew who he inherited the squeak from and resolved that you’re just not up to it.