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Horsefeathers (Part 1)
The Drip (Part 2)
The European Faucet (Part 3)
Now many of you are probably wondering what my plumbing adventure has to do with our theme here at The Zoo. It didn't involve my children. It didn't involve a letter of any kind. Well here it is.
Mom Tip #68: Regardless of gender, teach your child basic mechanics.
Girls or boys all need to know basic mechanics. How to change a tire. How to check their oil. How to change a filter in a HVAC unit. Definitely the importance of water shut off valves and breaker boxes.
Imagine, fathers in my midst, that you are able to send your daughter out into the world without worrying that she will be "taken" by some shady plumber or electrician. Imagine the pride mothers, of knowing that your son was able to help the young lady down the hall with a faulty electrical outlet thus saving her from the tragedy of flat hair.
Silverback called Monday night to see how my plumbing had turned out. He is not one to whoop and holler over our accomplishments. After all he taught us what to do. We should be able to just do it - nothing out of the ordinary. But I think I heard just a tinge of pride in his voice when I announced that the problem had been resolved and he would be able to review my handiwork when he comes to visit at Thanksgiving.
I wonder if I can replace the tank on the toilet before he gets here. I'll probably need some tools...
3 comments:
My dad taught me how to change a tire, prime a water pump, hammer up sheetrock, pull nails out of boards, mow the yard, change oil on the mower.... And yet, I still can't change the lever on the toilet without making it so it works even worse than before.... I still need a little work in that department...
Good blog!
I can't really say that my dad taught me how to do a lot. But I've always felt that I should at least attempt to do stuff on my own before getting help. I had never changed a flat tire before, but when I got one I changed it. I know how to change my brakes (or I did on my last vehicle). I can assemble anything. Being a woman is really no excuse...
It's true. I wish my husband had been the flashlight holder when his dad asked him to growing up instead of finding other things to do. I love him, but he's just not handy with stuff that breaks around the house. I'm very thankful for all those hours that I thought were arduous as a child spent with my grandpa fixing things big and small.
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