On Wednesday I wrote that I was worried about being punked by the paint store... Well, I was, but not by them, but by Floyd--my nine-year-old. I was priming a room, and he wanted to help, so I gave him a brush and showed him how to cover up spots and stains.
After awhile I went to wash my brush, and when I got back, he showed me what a good job he had done--both in the room I am painting and the next room over--one that needs painting but I wasn't going to do right away. So, I guess that I'll do that now as well.
My wife's response: Offering to pay Floyd for getting me to do extra painting.
After awhile I went to wash my brush, and when I got back, he showed me what a good job he had done--both in the room I am painting and the next room over--one that needs painting but I wasn't going to do right away. So, I guess that I'll do that now as well.
My wife's response: Offering to pay Floyd for getting me to do extra painting.
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