It proves useful about the house - he fixes things quite ingeniously, and takes an active interest in the functioning of various items - the kind of thing that bores me stiff. It's a fairly happy arrangement, therefore - my job is to point out the problem and nag him until he gets around to 'getting out his tools'. (Why does it sound like there's some form of innuendo there? Not intended.). Once he's on the job (Dammit!), he doesn't stop until he's finished (This is sick!).
Anyway, Vijay has been lamenting that he does not have a 'toolbox' to keep his various tools. I caught him eyeing a small suitcase that someone presented my daughter and he suddenly declared 'That's it! I'll use this!'.
'This?' I said, unable to believe that he was serious.
'Of course' he asserted, 'It's just the right size, and Peanut never uses it for anything'.
'It's perfect for me' he finished.
Yes. My Mechanical Engineering Husband.
With the Pink Barbie Tool-box.