03/23/2026
POV: You’re wrist-deep in failed filament spaghetti, one hand blistering from the hotend, fighting tears, when your kid bursts in:
‘Mom! Do sharks brush their teeth? Wait—does the tooth fairy take shark teeth? Do they bury them in sand pillows? Can you PLEASE STYLE BARBIE LIKE THE TV GIRL OR SHE’LL BE SAD FOREVER!’ I'M HUNGRY.
Meanwhile it's snowing AGAIN OUTSIDE AND the printer just yeeted another blob of doom and everyone needs you in 10 places at once.
Adulting level: expert. Sanity level: critically low. Send PLA and emotional support.