AMY: Thanks for getting the baby swing down from the attic...
JASON: No problem.
AMY: *under breath* ...three freaking months after I originally asked you to but whatever.
AMY: *busies herself with refastening freshly-washed cover to baby swing*
AMY: *tries to attach swing seat to swing frame, makes horrible discovery*
AMY: THE SWING IS MISSING A PART!
AMY: MISSING! A PART! THIS WON'T ATTACH! THE LITTLE THINGS THAT GO ON THE OTHER THING AND KIND OF...POP? OUT? THOSE THINGS! OR WAS IT A SCREW? EITHER WAY! THERE IS SOME ESSENTIAL MISSING THING!
JASON: *looks* Yeah, you're right. I'll look up in the attic again, I guess.
AMY: *waits more*
AMY: OH MY FUCKING GOD.
(PS. NO BABY YET.)
(PPS. OR WORKING SWING.)