Handyman, or handybaby?
I finally decided to (try to) fix my old printer that had been shooting paper out like a machine gun does bullets. I cleared some space on the floor, grabbed some tools and...Benjamin took over. He positioned himself between me and the printer and started touching it, pushing buttons on it, examining it, drawing on it with a screwdriver, opening and closing its many little doors, and emphatically letting me know that this was his job and I shouldn't try to get in the way.
When he satisfied his handyman craving, "We" decided the printer was unfixable, and it should be discarded.