Before I begin this post, I want to state emphatically that I LOVE my husband. I do. I really do.
Lancelot has a degree in mechanical engineering. I've seen it. I have to go and look at it every now and again because some days, it's hard to believe.
When our brood was very young, he decided to put a chain lock on the door between their rooms so that they couldn't pinch their little fingers. Okay...made sense to me.
Out came various power tools and the noise commenced. There was banging and drilling and swearing. Lots of swearing, now that I think about it. I kept the little ones occupied and away from the tools and their father's Marine vocabulary.
Finally, I was summoned to view the finished product. Proudly, he showed me the chain lock he had labored over to install. He asked me what I thought.
I wanted to say it was great. I wanted to praise his efforts to keep our children safe and whole. I really wanted to but I couldn't.
I sputtered,"Well..... umm...honey, it's a fine looking chain lock. It really is and there aren't any huge holes in the door and you haven't broken any of the panes of glass and.....and......"
Lancelot looked at me, waiting for the compliment..,"Yes...and?"
I hated to do it but I had to,"Well, it's just that.....ummm........wouldn't it work better if it wasn't on the hinge side of the door?"
