Not really. A trip to the hardware store is never fun. How could it possibly be when the husband takes a whole hour (I'm not exaggerating here) to find a part that matches his 2-inch blob? Even after I've walked around the entire store, he's still standing there in the aisle of doodads staring at his doodad.
Then we get home and he realizes he got the wrong size.
This time, I had the kids to keep me busy. By the way, I really think these carts ought to come with sides and a top. And a dvd player. Not to mention a locked gate.