Originally Written Friday, June 24, 2005 for My Life As A Precocious Toddler
Painting the Deck?
So,
we go to the deck, mom brings the screaming pink bundle and we head to
the swing. Mom and I sit with the bundle who is finally quieting down
and she starts us moving. We were on the swing for a moment when mom
shot up and headed to the house. She comes out with, get this, a bucket
of water and a paint brush? Is she kidding? We live 2 friggin blocks
from a lake, I have a blow up pool that is sitting unfilled in the
corner of the deck and she brings me a bucket of water.
She hands me the
brush and says, "go on baby, paint the deck?" What? Does she think I am
so dumb that I don't know that the liquid swishing around in the bucket
is water?

She is smiling so I figure I will entertain her. I snatch the
stupid paint brush stick it in the water and touch it to the wood. As
the beam turns the color of well..wet wood I hear mom. "Good boy. Handsome is painting the deck." I must admit as much as I hate it that it was damn fun.
What? So I wet the beam. Mom was happy and I got to play in
water. So there.
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