Why boys need their Daddies

At the risk of sounding arrogant, I gotta say that I’m a pretty good Mom who’s good at a lot of things; I play with my kids at the park instead of just taking them there and sitting on a bench, I do crafts with them to let them explore their creativity and hone their fine motor skills, I read stories and ask them questions, cuddle them in their beds at night when they beg, and let them “help” me with things around the house even though it means I have to do things 2 and 3 times over trying to fix what they did. I am, however, at a total loss when it comes to playing with Matthew and his Transformers. Ugh! Why don’t these things come with instructions? And why must they transform into such complicated cars and robots instead of a damn box or something simple? Geez a Rubik’s cube is easier than these things! Poor little Matthew asks me to transform his toys for him,  I try for a second or two and give up when he starts giving me crap about how I’m doing it backwards or putting the leg on the damn thing’s head and we’re both thoroughly frustrated and annoyed with the other.  Sorry baby boy, but if these things ever come with hair that needs to be brushed or braided I’m your go-to gal .  Til then, you’ll have to wait til your Daddy gets home.