We've been meaning to paint. Really. We know the colours we want.
We just didn't do it.
Til now. The three walls that wrap around the kitchen (one in the front hall, one in the living room, one in the desk area) are FINALLY painted red. It went a li'l something like this:
C - Surprise, Kris! I bought paint while you were at work. Look at me... paintin'!
Kris - Didja tape it right? Is the shade right? Shouldn't we have drop cloths? What if the dogs get paint on them?
C - The paint is kinda pinkish.
Kris - NO! NO PINK! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PINK!
C - Oh, nevermind. Not pink anymore.
Kris - whew.
Kris - Since you won't allow me to paint, I'm just going to take pictures of you. You're pretty when you paint. But you should paint shirtless. I'm just sayin'.
C - It's been a day already. Stop taking pictures of the walls.
Kris - Can't help it. Need to take pictures from different perspectives at different times of the day.
Jack - Mummy? Why are the walls bleeding?
Kris - Shhh, dog. Want a treat? Then be quiet.
Kris - That's it. No treat for you.
Jack - I am! I am!
Daisy - Mummy... Daddy... I have to show you something...
Daisy - I couldn't help myself. The paint looked fun, so I rubbed up against it. I was wrong. It was not fun.