#sdkfjhsdflh wHAT IS THIS

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@sidusignes​ asked: "It shouldn't be this hard to put a crib together. Who wrote these instructions? Was it this difficult the first time?"

By this point she was used to the not so clear instructions which came with almost everything to do with babies and small children. It was like all of these companies enjoyed making the parents’ lives just that little bit harder. Zelda spent half of her time on Evie’s birthday or at Christmas fixing up her new toys for her to play with. Not that she minded, really. She liked being useful, and loved knowing that she was making their daughter happy too.

Zelda set the last wooden pieces to the crib over the carpet and sat back on her feet to examine it all. “I don’t remember it being too difficult.” No harder than now, she thought. At least this time around she had some experience with building complex baby cribs. She turned her attention to her wife, holding out her hand for the instructions. “Let me take a look. I’m an expert in reading instruction manuals.” And an expert in completely disregarding them, too. Often times she figured there were better ways of doing something, provided they were safe enough for a newborn baby.

Unsurprisingly, she barely looked at the instructions before she was abandoning the manual. “Okay, we got... eight fifty millimetre bolts, eight seventy millimetre bolts, eight barrel nuts, two ends, two cot sides, one base... Where’s the Allen Key? The box said it came with an A --- oh there it is.” Hiding beneath some of the styrofoam packing, along with Zelda’s favoured flathead screwdriver. She grabbed both things and held them up almost proudly for Marielle to see. “Hey girl, are you a screw driver? ‘Cause I’m goin’ nuts over you.”