It could only be downhill from here, right? That’s where I was wrong. So I scooped up the three bulb wonder, zipped out of the line with daughter in tow and sped to the ice cream shop in record time for a total compromise.

But I knew the best place to attack the defense was in their weak spot – and that weak spot was ice cream. With arms crossed and a pouty face in effect, I was starting to lose my case quickly. My daughter came back with a quick rebuttal and stated her case that it was the chandelier that matched “her style” best and that “it didn’t look like a UFO” and that it was what she wanted – or else. The fourth light was a perfect fit three-bulb affair that I knew was the fan light kit that we needed to get.Īfter much debating over which light was the best, (I was sure I had a pretty good case why only one light was suited for her room) she had her heart set on the fancy chandelier that I was sure wouldn’t fit. Two of them weren’t even the same color as the fan: one was more like some strange chandelier UFO light that I’m sure never would have fit her fan anyways. It wasn’t as if we had a lot of selections to go through at the store, just four different lights to choose from. And that was when everything changed from an “easy as pie” job to a long and tedious task that could have been comparable to a courtroom appointment and dentist office visit at the same time. So we got in the Jeep and headed down to our local Lowe’s to pick up a light kit for her room. Now that she’s older and I’m not worried about her jumping on her bed and smashing her head into a glass light over her bed, I decided it was time she needed a brighter light for her room and announced to her delight that she could pick out the light for her ceiling fan. So, after the three thousand four hundred thirty second time of stepping on some sort of sharp toy in my daughter’s dark cave of a room, I decided to install a light kit on her ceiling fan. After all, I can’t see without it and when there’s a lack of light, I’m the first to alert everyone within shouting distance by immediately stepping on a Lego and screaming out in panicked pain (and shedding a quiet tear in the dark).

Wiring a ceiling fan with light kit