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When our grandson comes over for meals or snacks, he frequently used a spcial Child Chair set up in front of a special Child Table, which is actually any of the little 3-leg tables out of a set of small, stacking low tables just the right size for a little guy or a little girl. Last night there was a major oooops ! that left a plateful of spaghetti on the floor & 1 leg broken mostly off the Child Table.
Even though no misbehavior or rambunctiousness was involved, Grandson felt bad that the table was broken, possibly thinking he was somewhat responsible even though he's only 4 years old. He wanted that table fixed pronto. By that time I had gone off to band practice & Grandma Carol explained that Papa Alan would fix the table "later." That didn't sit 100% right with Grandson, but he accepted it & the evening ended happily.
Next morning, Grandma Carol (better known to TUG denizens as The Chief Of Staff) said, "We better work together on getting that table fixed." I said OK & got out the Gorilla Glue & the C-clamps for some fixa-fixa-fixa. I filed down the rough edges of the broken-off cheap sawdust-board material so that the broken piece containing the screw anchor for the table leg would fit back into the space it broke out of, then wet down the surfaces to be Gorilla Glued, smeared on some Gorilla Glue, & applied the clamps. It's working. As the Gorilla Glue cures, some of the excess foams up & out along the line between the pieces being stuck together, showing only on the underside of the table.
The table has practically zero monetary worth. The main value in this exercise is being able to show Grandson next time he's over that his Child Table is OK once again -- no harm done.
Grandparenthood is really something special any way you shake it. What's really strange is that nothing about the experience of fatherhood adequately prepared me for the joys of being a grandfather. Who'd a-thunk?
Even though no misbehavior or rambunctiousness was involved, Grandson felt bad that the table was broken, possibly thinking he was somewhat responsible even though he's only 4 years old. He wanted that table fixed pronto. By that time I had gone off to band practice & Grandma Carol explained that Papa Alan would fix the table "later." That didn't sit 100% right with Grandson, but he accepted it & the evening ended happily.
Next morning, Grandma Carol (better known to TUG denizens as The Chief Of Staff) said, "We better work together on getting that table fixed." I said OK & got out the Gorilla Glue & the C-clamps for some fixa-fixa-fixa. I filed down the rough edges of the broken-off cheap sawdust-board material so that the broken piece containing the screw anchor for the table leg would fit back into the space it broke out of, then wet down the surfaces to be Gorilla Glued, smeared on some Gorilla Glue, & applied the clamps. It's working. As the Gorilla Glue cures, some of the excess foams up & out along the line between the pieces being stuck together, showing only on the underside of the table.
The table has practically zero monetary worth. The main value in this exercise is being able to show Grandson next time he's over that his Child Table is OK once again -- no harm done.
Grandparenthood is really something special any way you shake it. What's really strange is that nothing about the experience of fatherhood adequately prepared me for the joys of being a grandfather. Who'd a-thunk?
-- Alan Cole, McLean (Fairfax County), Virginia, USA.