Somehow they got him to get the paint down and, while I wasn't there, I am guessing he told them they could paint. Well, later on, I can hear squeals of laughter and I'm thinking that that can't be good and so I look out the window and here is what I see...
I could not believe the amount of destruction in such a short period of time. Nor, did I know we had two of "the kids" over "helping" paint. I called their mother and apologized in advance for what her children would come home looking like.
2 comments:
This is the stuff of happy memories . . . at least they weren't painting your living room! Love, Ann
Those pictures are awesome. Bribe material later in life, no?
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