I bought a doghouse for Blondie who likes to spend her days outside making sure no squirrel or bird tries to take over her yard. I called on my young friend Paul to assist with it. He took the doghouse out of its box and laid its pieces on the floor. I lifted the box upright and started reading the instructions on the back. I turned to tell Paul what step one should be. He already had three of the four levels attached. It’s got to just be something in your genes. On the one hand, I was confused by the instructions. On the other hand, he clearly didn’t need them. And that’s why I call Paul.