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I have got to be one of the bravest mother of all times. Or the stupidest, take your pick. My daughter (who is four and a half) is getting a doll house for her birthday. And it is not one of those that are for like Malibu Barbie or shit like that. No. This is one of those wooden assemble yourself types. The kind that is suppose to last for generations. (At least that is what it says on the box and instruction pamplet) So I when I first looked at it I thought it would be a peice of cake. No problem. I would have it assembled in, like, a week. Then I started working on it. I must have been high when I thought it would be a piece of cake. It is going to take a rocket scientist to put this stupid thing together. They say on the instructions that I only have to use glue and this will hold up for years. Right. They don't know my child. Hello! Children are going to be playing with it! I have to use brad nails in the thing. I have only assembled the base of it and have already cracked the wood. And my daughter has been asking me every day when she can have the house. It is her birthday present. And that is not until June. So, she may get the house by then. But the way things are going with it.. It may be out on the curb for the trashman to collect by next week. Bastard house!