I so love looking like a moron in front of my children.
My son was recently given a Meccano set. He adores anything to do with building, do you’d be hard pressed to find a better present for him. The problem lies with me. I am a dab hand with Lego. But I met my match with Meccano. And not just the regular Meccano. I’m talking about junior Meccano – suitable from the age of four.
This is what the end result is meant to look like:
Here is the smug child on the box. There is the suggestion that he built it himself. I will guess his mother is not a mechanical imbecile:
This is what it looked like after an entire afternoon:
When Peter Rabbit is looking at your work disparagingly, you have done a truly crappy job.
My son loved every minute. So I then suggested we just put various nuts and bolts together and see what we come up with. He was happy with that, thankfully, otherwise I’d have resorted to telling him we can’t build the bike because there are parts missing.
“Mummy, which are the nuts and which are the bolts?”
“That’s the nut and that’s the bolt.”
“I thought that was the nut and that was the bolt.”
“Oh. Ummm…. would you like a biscuit?”
Back to the bike. In my defence, these were the instructions:
So it’s not just me is it?