Playschool Pirate Ship.
I am good at following directions. I have rebuilt entire brake systems, fuel systems and a GM 700R4 transmission. But assembling this preschool toy pirate ship took 9 hours on Christmas Day. It was not really the way I wanted to spend the day, but we got 'er done down to the last sticker. (no part left behind is my motto)
Within two weeks or so, the pirate ship was stripped down to a bare hull. All sailors lost on the Berber Carpet Sea. Occasionally the relic of a cannon was found under foot. (I know, I know, at least it wasn't a lego...) I still have no idea what happened to the bulk of the 400 parts that made up that toy. Although, now that I think about it, my Ex did have serious sewer problems some time after.
As the next Christmas approached, I looked my Father in the eyes and requested he never do that again.
I was the middle child. The good one. Always followed the rules. Never got in trouble**. So I'm chalking this up to Dad wanting to get his Grandson a really, really cool gift, versus REVENGE!
** As far as they knew. (but that's another series of posts)