Dump Desk

Hubster teaches Princess all kinds of stuff.  I mentioned last week that he taught her to use the electric weed whacker.  He also lets her use drills, sanders and saws.  She's only 12, but often corrects me on rules of the road because her dad teachers her while they're driving around town.  She knows how to work our electronics way better than me.  She also knows a whole lot about 80s music.  All because of her dad.

This weekend they refinished an oak desk Hubster found at the dump.  They cleaned it, sanded it and painted it.  It's missing a drawer, so they painted the inside and stuck a cute tray in there for her pencils and such.

She's feeling pretty grown up with her new desk!

Hubster thinks it's important to teach her how to do stuff so she can be independent and not need to rely on a man when she grows up.  I totally depend on him for many things, but I think we both like it that way.  I mean, I certainly could learn to set a clock, but it's so much easier when he does it for me.

My father took very little interest in my sister and I, unless he was mad.  He had even less interest in our mother.  He actually moved into a shed in our backyard for many years of my childhood. 

I love watching Hubster with Princess.  He's the kind of hands-on father who enjoys spending time with his kiddo that I thought only existed on Friday night sitcoms.  (Remember the TGIF line up with Full House, Family Matters and Step By Step?!  If we were really lucky, my mom would pick up Little Cesar's pizza - which was square then!)