I asked Robbie to screw down this hutch thing down that sits precariously atop of Maverick’s desk because it was a major hazard. My kids don’t have a great track record with furniture, and every time the baby went in there, I had visions of it toppling onto her.

Yesterday he was completing his “list” and crossed that item off. But I didn’t see where it was screwed together, so I asked him about it.

“I super glued it,” he said.

Oh. Okay.