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Jean Michel Azoulay is a man, dammit. And as a man, he has the innate ability to build furniture. It's in his blood.
In theory, anyway. Besides that, his wife is entirely too pregnant to have to deal with the building of cribs. To ask for help would be both unmanly and unwise, if he wishes to maintain his dignity. Which, being both French and a man, he does, at all costs.
So here he sits, in the middle of a pile of crib parts, screwdriver between his teeth and hammer in his hand, trying to figure out which end is up.
In theory, anyway. Besides that, his wife is entirely too pregnant to have to deal with the building of cribs. To ask for help would be both unmanly and unwise, if he wishes to maintain his dignity. Which, being both French and a man, he does, at all costs.
So here he sits, in the middle of a pile of crib parts, screwdriver between his teeth and hammer in his hand, trying to figure out which end is up.