I really enjoy my teenaged sons. I keep waiting for life to become terrible now that I have two teens in the house, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Yesterday I was reminded of just another reason I enjoy my boys.
They’re awfully handy to have around. They’re always fixing things for me, lifting things I can’t carry, and doing other manly tasks.
Those 60 pound flat pack boxes at IKEA?
Then they figure out how to load all the stuff in a car that’s already packed with bodies, Tetris style.
And once you get it home, they put it together for you.
These guys have been putting furniture together for several years. It amazes me to watch them go at it.
Of course, you do have to put up with some shopping cart shenanigans. But that’s to be expected.