The other day the kids and I were running errands.
Out of the blue Grace says, I think I want to paint the desk in my room.
"OK." I said. "Um, what color?" (Her taste is running a little on the ecclectic side lately.)
Her room right now is aqua. A very BRIGHT aqua that she picked out, and which came out even brighter than I thought it would.
When we got to Lowes she picked out a pale pink. I was very hesitant as to what the final outcome of these "accessories" in her room would be.
After chores and strawberry picking and a Church meeting for me Monday night, she and I went out on the porch to start painting.
We let everything dry overnight until the next morning, when I heard it raining hard, and ran out to the porch to move everything in before it got damaged.
While I was busy today, Grace (taking a cue from me I guess...) moved everything back into her room and rearranged it as well.
It doesn't look as bad as I thought it might.
"Yes. Probably." I replied. "Are you ok with that?"
"Sure." she said.
Good, cause here it is.