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I don't know why I do this to myself...

I finally was able to track down a couple of smalls trikes for my tikes and proudly brought them home. After seeing the boxes, they convinced me to assemble them right away. What a mistake! I can think of only one thing that compares to putting togther two tricycles in front of their new owners, and that's defusing a bomb. Except with a greater sense of urgency.

Trying to decipher the mimeographed instructions from a factory somewhere in China while two new-toy-crazed toddlers clung to my legs is not an experience I want to repeat. They barraged me with questions, whined, fought with each other, whined, broke down in tears of despair, whined, and ran off with parts or my tools whenever I turned my back. And they whined. Whined, whined, whined, whined, whined. I'm lucky to be alive, really; that much concentrated whining is usually fatal. But it was all worth it in the end.

Who am I kidding? I'm going to need years of therapy to recover. I'm a broken man and will never be the same again.


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You are a brave/foolish man. Maybe the unending wait (hours!) will make them appreciate the trikes more.

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