I think I have officially crossed the line into becoming a boring adult: I spent Christmas Eve assembling a build-it-yourself children’s toy.
I know my parents did the same thing when I was a child. I could hear them in the basement late into the night putting together our Christmas gifts. Mr. Handsome’s parents did the same. (Did yours?)
I just never realized that someday that would be me.
It happened so innocently. I thought it would be fun to give Little Buddy a grocery store checkout station because he loves playing pretend with his plastic food and kitchen. He would then have the complete experience: a truck to drive to the store, a grocery cart to shop, a supermarket checkout station to purchase the food, and a kitchen to cook in.
I started assembling the kit a week early, thinking that would give me plenty of time, but as things always go, it took much longer than I thought. I also admit that I procrastinated more than I had planned, although I guess that’s the definitely of procrastination.
By Christmas Eve, it still sat unfinished, so after Little Buddy went to bed, we put on a Christmas movie (Do you agree with Mr. Handsome that The Sound of Music is a Christmas movie?) and worked on the project.
It was all worth it when, on Christmas morning, Little Buddy came running down the stairs, laughing and shouting about the new toy. He immediately started stacking toy food into his grocery cart and taking it to the checkout line.
How many of you stayed up late assembling Christmas toys?