This morning my friend stopped by to drop off a giant pink plastic Barbie house that has outrun its course of usefulness at her house. She thought that maybe my little princess might have fun with it. Since I'm not one to turn away free stuff, I happily accepted it....in all of its unassembled 30-some-odd pieces glory. With no instructions. This friend of mine is about to find herself demoted from my list of all-time most favoritest people. I've spent the last three hours trying to dodge my daughter's persistent pleas to put the darn thing together so we can play.
Now I'm no dummy by any standards, but spatial relation type problems have never been my forte. Write an 8 page paper overnight about the significance of bodily functions in 16th century Spanish novels? No problem. Explain the ins and outs of the Dewey Decimal system? Right on that. But ask me to put a bunch of seemingly unrelated pieces together to form something that will stand up on its own and sort of resemble a house? No thanks.
Now the last thing I want to do in 2008 is tell an impressionable 3 year-old girl that Mommy just can't figure it out and we'll have to wait for Daddy to come home to fix it for you. But it's the truth...(well, Mommy just doesn't really want to figure it out right now is probably closer to the truth). Here's hoping that a couple extra math and science summer camps will make up for the inappropriate message of female inadequacy I'm probably sending.
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