On Saturday the weather was beautiful! You couldn't even tell that we had snow three weeks earlier. It felt like spring in January (not unusual in Georgia.) Marshall was going to do some painting and odd jobs. As soon as Charlie heard the word paint, nothing would do until he got to paint too. He did not want to paint on paper and an easel. Oh no, he wanted REAL paint. We let him and Hank paint a chair from a consignment sale. They are so proud of their chair.
When Marshall brought it in that evening, Hank kept saying, "I paink chair. It red!" As we were leaving for church Sunday morning, Charlie said, "Hey, even the drips are dry."
Marshall tried to help them smooth out the paint, but they wouldn't let him near the chair.
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