My Son the General Contractor

This afternoon, I went to my friend’s house to watch her children so she could go get her hair cut. While I was there, my husband had my oldest son painting his swing set. Apparently my son had been writing on his swing set with some pretty nasty words. I don’t know what he wrote on his swing set with nor do I know what prompted him to take a writing instrument outside. Regardless, the job is done. A punishment fitting the crime I think.

Kids.