“But Daddy, all my friends have a laptop, or a tablet, or something! Can I pleeeeaaaasssseee have a computer?”

*Box of parts and instruction manual thunks onto kid’s desk*

“All right, honey, maybe it is time you had a computer. But you’ll have to put it together yourself! You can ask me for help if you aren’t sure how to do something or you’re stuck, but I’m not going to do it for you!”

I don’t know if six year old me would have hugged the stuffing out of my dad or wanted to strangle him if he pulled that on me.