My husband is on the floor, with an open box and a variety of parts and pieces carefully spread out around him.
"Can I help?" Bumblebee asks.
"Sure," he says, while carefully looking at a packet of screws.
"I found a paper! Hey, these are the directions!"
"Awesome, but we don't need the directions."
She looks at him suspiciously and he defends himself by claiming he's a boy and boys don't usually need directions.
She perks up and grins. "I'm a girl! I could read them for you!"