My Boy, one of his friends and I had a marathon painting session, and covered all the sludge brown in the house.
My Boy was a champion, putting in several long days in sweltering 30+ temps.
I told him how proud I was, commenting that he didn’t even whine when I worked him like a dog.
“You were only one who complained, Mom.”
“Well, maybe a little…”
“A little!? It was too hot. You were tired. You were hungry. You didn’t want to paint anymore–”
“Why don’t we appreciate our accomplishments…silently?”
I can’t wait to settle into my Arctic White house!