Pop, he caulk

Actually, he tapes and scrapes and sands and paints. I did the caulking. And painted low, while he painted high. 8 more hours today of prep and slappin' on the first coat on the window and door trim. Sure is great being able to hijack his weekend again. Should finish up tomorrow, and we can start moving furniture in and eat meals and let the cats sit on their new cat tree and gaze out at the frogs.
We rewarded Dad with a dip in the hot tub and then dinner out at Chili's, where Ryan ate corn on a stick, seven bites of a chicken sandwich, and some of my broccoli (my boy!).
On the way home, he practiced his new move, taught to him by his Mommy: chopping his hand out in front of him and saying, "First Down!"
Mommy's ready for some football.
She even watches pre-season.
Amazing. I don't even think half the coaches do.