Finally it was warm enough and dry enough to paint the dresser.

BEFORE: UGLY!

AFTER: LESS UGLY!

Other interesting facts: Painting makes me bossy! We only had one roller and one smallish paint brush, so when I would need the paint brush I’d have to fight the urge to just snatch it out of his hands! I think I might have actually taken it from him once or twice! I was kind of rude! If he had been taking my paint brush from me, I probably would’ve painted his cheeks black. He didn’t really need to get mad and cover me in paint, since I did an excellent job of getting myself really dirty. I even had paint on my shoulders and on my nose and on my hat. How does that even happen?