Beat this destructive daughter story:
About 15 years ago I had a white Honda Civic with a dented front bumper. I ordered a new bumper online and it came in... flat black plastic.
I took my time and carefully painted the bumper white. Let it dry. Did it again. It took days. Daughter "helped" me install it by watching and handing me the right screwdriver when I needed it.
I went inside to get a couple of cold drinks for us. BIG MISTAKE.
When I came back out, the new front bumper was still in place, BUT: her name was proudly and prominently
etched into the bumper, all the way across it.
I was ballistic... and she cried because I wasn't "proud" of her work. I couldn't STAY mad, of course. I hugged her and reassured her that she had done a great job spelling her name correctly. And her name rode with me every day until I sold the car years later... and I sold it with her name still on it.