The other night Ryan was organizing his tools in preparation for our big Thanksgiving Demolition Weekend. More specifically, he was examining the two different saws that came with his drill. While he has gotten extensive use out of his drill over the last year, this was to be the maiden voyage for both of the saws.
So he's sitting on the floor, fiddling with the saws (and making me plenty nervous as he turned them on and off) and trying to figure out what all the doo-dads and buttons do. While he's doing this, he is also muttering himself, "What does this do? How the heck..." and beginning to show signs of early frustration.
At these signs, I reach down into the storage bag, remove two instruction manuals, and begin to read. Every so often I read bits aloud from the manuals and instruct Ryan to push or pull different parts of the saw. At one point, he looks up and says, "Ah...that's how you know so much," indicating the manual.
Clearly, God knew what he was doing when he created woman. It is not right for man to use power tools without reading the instruction manual.