It's Tool Time

So, a couple days ago, my beloved friend Morgan decided it would be fun to climb out my window. The window sill snapped off, clean through. Left the nails behind. The wood is the same wood that has been there since my house's construction began in 1938. It was bound to happen. So, I hide it from dad and then today I went out to fix it. As I was nailing the board back in place as temporary, since what it needs is a new board, the screen moved forward and screws rather than nails. Dad drives up early behind me when I'm like half way done. First he laughs at me because I'm a girl with a hammer and whether I can use it or not, I probably look like a girl when I'm fixing things. He laughs and goes, "You been sneaking out at night?" I smile and say no. He basically called how it happened, just not who did it. So I told him Morgan was trying to open the window and it snapped off and she felt totally bad which is why I fixed it without telling him. He kinda just smiled at me and took my hammer to put in the last nail. For the record, guys, some girls can fix things.