She paints!

Thursday morning while getting ready to head out the door to go our seperate ways, Chucky told Emma when she got tonight she would help him paint. I'm thinking "whaaaaat?" But I just smile and say yeah yeah ok, now get in the car. As soon as I got her into daycare, she told her teachers she was going to paint tonight. Hehe, um yeah. That afternoon when I picked her up she said let's go home and paint! Ok daddy, you asked for this. After dinner, they went upstairs to paint and this what I found:


and this is what I did to fix it:



and after sticking her hand in the wet paint twice and getting paint on Chucky's hairy arm, he threw her out and I washed her up in the tub. She is fully aware that there is more painting to be done and is eager to try again.



On a Murphy's Law kind of note, the guy that said he couldn't paint this furniture for six weeks called back after just a week and half and is ready to start the job.