Father Speaks...

Friday evening Jer was painting part of the house. Not a job for the kiddos.

Enter Whining Kids: "But, plueeeezzzze daddy. We want to paint too. Pleeeeaaaazzzee???"

Daddy: "Ok. Why don't you give your wagon a new coat of paint? But, don't get any on yourself, your clothes or anything else."

Um...yeah - right. If you say so. Or not.

FYI: Rust-eez + 4 year old + child who gets everything in her hair = A BIG MESS , a ruined dress (that I really liked) and a side of paint thinner.

The lack of an aftershot is purely because I was taking deep breaths to try and contain my rage -- at Jer -- not the kids. Trust me, it was ugly.

Just ask the couch.