My daughter was 3 years old. I needed to paint the shed. So, I told my wife to dress her in old clothes she could throw away afterword. I used a roller on the high areas while she used a big paintbrush where she could reach. We both got paint all over us and we both had a great "bonding" time.
33 years later, she still remembers it as one of her earliest, fun times with daddy. I still remember it as one of the best moments of my life with my little girl.
My wife had taken a picture of us as we painted. My daughter was turned towards the camera with the biggest grin on her face.
That photograph is still sitting here in my office as I type this.
Oh yeah. And we got the shed painted too. Barn red.
Too bad it's not quick-dry cement.
ReplyDeleteI can't argue....
ReplyDeleteWhat the heck is that picture of on the can?
ReplyDeleteI wish I had more than one, got a late start. Best thing that ever happened to me.
ReplyDeleteYou need to show what happens when they fingerpaint the ENTIRE bedroom with diarrhea after a blowout fills their diaper during naptime.
ReplyDeleteAsk me how I know..
Is that white privilege?
ReplyDeleteNo kids no comedy to blog. I had 3, would not trade it for the world.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter was 3 years old. I needed to paint the shed. So, I told my wife to dress her in old clothes she could throw away afterword. I used a roller on the high areas while she used a big paintbrush where she could reach. We both got paint all over us and we both had a great "bonding" time.
ReplyDelete33 years later, she still remembers it as one of her earliest, fun times with daddy. I still remember it as one of the best moments of my life with my little girl.
My wife had taken a picture of us as we painted. My daughter was turned towards the camera with the biggest grin on her face.
That photograph is still sitting here in my office as I type this.
Oh yeah. And we got the shed painted too. Barn red.