Proving that she is indeed her father's daughter, the other day Miriam woke up and announced to me that she wanted to fix something. Did I have anything she could fix?
I thought better of letting her tackle the finer workings of a microwave's electrical system, and we settled for taking apart and reassembling the foot stool. She did an excellent job and I only needed to help a little. Watch out world Miriam the fixer is here. (She calls repair people "fixers"- seems very logical to me)