Home Improvements, I think.

This morning, Mr. H and I set out to 'improve our home'. Riiiiiight, cause I look so much like Bob Vila. But off we went.

The goals: To put shelving units up in the front (12-foot-long) closet, and paint one wall in our bedroom a lovely mocha brown. We can do this. We're capable, aren't we?

Sure we are!!

So, we get started, and Kid One sees us carrying out the hammer, the drill, etc., into the front closet, since we're gonna tackle the shelves first. Kid One doesn't like loud noises; it's part of who he is. He generally chooses to be elsewhere when we're doing some sort of construction. However, the closet is in front of, and shares a wall with, the bonus playroom, where Kid One and his sister were currently coloring.

You should note that part of who he is results in interesting language patterns. His verbs are askew, he often says things by verbifying the noun he's referring to. He's nailing a nail, for instance.

So there we are, in the closet, when we hear this from Kid One, out in the bonus room:

"Remember to shut the closet door before you screw!"

OMG... I almost died of an aneurysm, I laughed so hard!

Long story short, we did not get those shelves hung, due to lack of correct hardware, but we have successfully gotten coat 1 of the paint up in our room. And so far, it looks lovely.

And we've learned an important life lesson, as well. Always shut the door before you screw, folks.