Painting the Cubby...

art. house. mum.


So, this story really doesn't warrant too many words...  we came, we saw, we painted.

But I do feel that I need to point out a few things that allowed me (the mum... oh sometimes don't you wish for a role with a little less cleaning responsibilities...) to enjoy this exercise.  Firstly, my Mum was around.  She went and got tubs of water as requested, encouraged Sammy to paint the box (as opposed to himself, his sisters,the dog, the floor...), and most impressively supervised a string of baths.

Secondly, we painted in the shed.  On free second-hand carpet.  It is a little worse for the wear now.  But colour adds character, right?

And lastly, well, look at that face.  Who could get cranky at that face?  Okay, rhetorical question... he's our baby and he runs a high risk of being spoilt...

And even after clean up and baths I was still finishing up the dregs of paint which had been poured out and the big kids had a more subdued second round of ruining their clothes... but at least it was pyjamas (and princess shoes) the second time...

Thanks Mum, I did catch you shaking your head in dismay out of the corner of my eye a few times.  But us kids had so much fun painting this and your extra set of clean hands was what really kept it enjoyable.  

So charge your glasses and be upstanding... to Paint... and Cardboard Boxes... and Grandmas...

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