I learned something today: when plumbing, put together the new pull-out-head faucet before you try to take out the old busted one. Beside seeing how everything fits together - thus comes apart - the new faucet comes with the wrench you need to get the old one out without a lot of swearing, scraped knuckles and tired raised arms. A few hours of squeezing body and boobs in and out of a tiny, pipe filled place to figure out what and how waterlines needed to come apart then what and how to fit it all together again with of course, the able assistance of three eager, rain soaked, Chinooks, I have a new faucet.
Just imagine lying contorted, on your back, in the kitchen sink cabinet, with muddy paws on your belly and getting kisses from this face. But, I do have a new faucet replacing the one that cracked apart.