How to inherit the job of chief Ikea assembler

We’re getting bunnies. Or more precisely Caitlin is getting pet bunnies. Nothing to do with me being completely smitten by the incredible cute at all. Honest. Anyway, these are the bunnies in question.

Caramel and Toffee
Caramel and Toffee (who may or may not be renamed eventually)

On Saturday afternoon we went to my brother’s place to meet the bunnies, they being the offspring of my nieces’ rabbit. They are soft and snuggly and all the wonderful things that bunnies ought to be. Caitlin’s bunnies. Yes. Not mine, not at all. Ahem.

On Sunday Adam and Caitlin went to Bunnings and bought a rabbit hutch and the materials to build a totally extravagant bunny run on the back deck outside Caitlin’s bedroom. Construction work has to wait until the patching up and repainting of the back deck that has been underway for the last few weeks is done, so I decreed that the hutch remain in its flat packed box until the space it will eventually occupy is ready for it. This did not make Caitlin happy. It did however inspire her to encourage* Adam to get on with the deck building and to help him by doing some of the drilling and screwing down of decking timbers.

Yesterday afternoon Caitlin begged me to let her open the box with the hutch in it to at least check it was all there and, yesterday having been a rather trying day, I responded by saying “Fine, do what you like. As long as it all stays in your bedroom and doesn’t become my problem.”

A little later I realised that the noise I had been hearing was an electric drill being used and speculated on Twitter and Facebook that Caitlin might be building the hutch by herself.

I was right.

Sneaky driller!
Caitlin standing beside the completed hutch holding the drill with a sneaky grin on her face.

I confess to being rather chuffed that my 13 year old daughter was not in the least daunted by all the bits of hutch and the following of assembly instructions and the using of power tools involved in this exercise and I hereby decree that I am handing over my designated Ikea assembler baton to her. Next time we buy flat-packed furniture she’s in charge.

*where encourage = berate, beg and bully

5 thoughts on “How to inherit the job of chief Ikea assembler

  1. I am also really impressed with her self confidence to build things, and i am totally taking credit for it! πŸ™‚

  2. Good on her!! Wow, I am really impressed. She is superteen:)

    Of course, my own 13 year old barely comes out of her room for fear of balls of fluff or hearing loud noises!

  3. Dear Caitlin,
    I too, love powertools. Especially cordless drills. You rock.

    Dear Mim,
    Woohoo, Bunnies! Woohoo, can-do daughter!

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