While cleaning the basement last time, I found a bunch of old paint from the previous owner. Given I dislike every single color they painted in here, and the paint cans looked like they were from when the house was built, they had to go. So, being a good little tree hugger, I set the cans outside on the driveway to dry out the paint before throwing them away. I talked to Alex and his neighbor buddies extensively about what I was doing and that they were not to touch the cans. I covered them at night so as to not let the dew add moisture that would just extend the process. Since I didn't get on my horse and do this a couple of months ago when it was hot, it is taking some time, but we're getting there.
Sam announced he had to go potty and that the front yard was going to be the place. I thought nothing of it until he yelled for me and I realized he was not in the front yard, but in front of the garage. I replied by asking what he needed as I was rushing outside only to hear him say, "I didn't do anything to the paint."
Yeeeeeeeeah, I'm gonna have to go ahead and call your bluff there little man. This is a day and a half
after a half of a roll of paper towel was used to clean up the paint puddle on the driveway.
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