“You’re holding that hammer completely wrong,” she informed him.

“You have never held a hammer in your life.”

“I’ve seen people use them lots of times,” she said, reaching for it.

He pulled it away.

“You are absolutely not touching this hammer.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d like to keep all ten of your fingers attached, thanks.”

“Mom,” Daisy called, turning around to find me, “tell him to let me try.”