When I was 10 years old I decided to build a pencil-dispensing machine. I had a Cheerios box for the main part, and some old parts from a "Mousetrap" game....all I needed next was some kind of lever for the person to pull to dispense the pencil.....casting my eyes around, I spied an unplayed-with babydoll with...(wait for it, wait for it)....arms that were fastened with ball-and-socket joints. The look of the doll's arm gracing the side of the box would set it off perfectly.
My little toolbox made short work of dolly, and I proudly displayed my new machine to my parents, then stepped back to rake in the praise for having (finally) found a use for that dusty old babydoll.
Which didn't come.
Instead, they flipped out....suddenly, my "silly little hobby" had turned into a "SITUATION OF CONCERN"........"OMG!! What will she DO when she grows up and has KIDS??" they moaned. I was flabbergasted, to say the least.
Gosh...they weren't THAT mad when I took dad's pocketwatch apart.....