What started out as being a simple task, hanging a ceiling a fan in Ben's room, ended up being sooo much more...

The boys started by sitting on stools at Daddy's feet and handing him tools and screws at Daddy's requests... and then the mundane boringness hit my kids like sugar to their tummies and they went into silliness overdrive!

Yes, this white contraption is part of the light fixture that Daddy is patiently waiting to be handed, while perched up high on a ladder... but not before the boys have some fun!

Benjamin had to try it too! It's only fair of course. Daddy is still on the ladder, and even though Jake is smiling happily at him, I think Daddy is beginning to lose his patience.
Then the boys notice I have the camera turned on, and the goofiness escalates. "Take one of us like this!" they yell. And when Jake no longer had the lighting fixture for a frame, he grabbed the next most practical item, a stool, and made due with that.

So then Daddy was a little tired of waiting and suggested that I take the boys into the living room to assemble the fan blades. The more the boys "helped" me, the more work it became. Here's Benjamin bound and determined to continue screwing in the screw that I've already attached... and he's using the wrong tool at his insistance.
Ben soon becomes bored with the screwing, and after careful examination decides the fan blade looks like a surfboard. So he hops on and refuses to get off. Seriously, five, ten minutes are rolling by. Jake is howling in the background behind me, because as all 4-year-old's know, "a fan is not a surfboard!"
Ben then tries to "surf" down the hallway to Daddy and I'm yelling at him, "get off the fan before you scratch it!" and Jake is yelling (and giggling), "It's not a surfboard!" and Daddy is yelling from the top of the ladder, "Babe! Where's the fan blades?!" So Ben goes running in to his room, holding proudly the blade, and says, "Here's the surfboard Daddy". I started laughing and I could hear Daddy chuckling too. Ben ran back to me, grabbed another blade and ran back to Daddy yelling "Here's one! Here's a surfboard!" This was repeated for all four fan blades.

Oh, maybe you had to be there, but it was pure silliness in our home this morning. After all that, after getting it installed and working properly (surfboards and all), we found the motor to be broken. It makes a very loud "whirring" sounds as it circulates. *sigh* Back it goes to the store tomorrow, and the drama continues...