Ahhhhh, Christmas eve. Kids are asleep in bed, tree is lit, all is quiet. My hubby and I are tired after a long, busy day, but one final detail was left to take care of before we could call it a night.
We took the last present out to place under the tree, but instead of wrapping it, decided it would be way cooler to assemble it. Then she'd be able to play with it right away.
We had gotten our daughter one of those toy-car garages, the kind that we remembered being so much fun when we were kids. We opened up the box and my hubby settled in on the living room floor with some of Santa's beer and cookies, to put it all together. Shouldn't take long, right?
Except there was a reason it was discounted. It was not exactly... high end. Every time you stuck some pieces together, they'd fall apart when you moved along to some other pieces. Our final chore was becoming a big pain! Some not very Christmas-y words were uttered, and finally my hubby says, "Could you find me the Krazy glue?"
So after a bit of a search, I handed it to him and went off to get ready for bed. I returned a while later, wondering how things were progressing, to find my hubby sitting quietly, cross-legged on the floor. One elbow was resting on his knee, with his hand propping up his chin. The other hand rested flat on the floor.
"Um, whatcha doing?" I asked with a bit of confusion.
He said slowly and calmly, "I have glued my hand to the floor."
"WHAT?!" "I have Krazy-glued my hand to the hardwood floor."
He had put his hand down for a moment, and now it was stuck. My brain attempted to process whether to laugh, cry or call the fire department or something, and I settled on laughing.
This was not the first time my hubby had gotten into this sort of predicament, but I really wasn't sure how we were going to get him out of this one. He asked for a particular scraper from the tool box, but I wasn't sure which was the one he meant. So I lugged up the whole heavy tool box from the basement and asked him, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Eventually he managed to free himself, and though there was no bleeding, there was one less layer of skin left on his hand. The toy did eventually get assembled, and the scrape mark is still there on the hardwood floor. Our kids are now older, but our little mishap is a story they still get a kick out of hearing every year!
Merry Christmas to my hubby Trevor!