If anyone has any doubts as to who wears the handyman pants in this house here’s a little tale.
On a quick trip in to the South Melbourne Market this morning searching for coasters for the new coffee table we spotted a kids easel. Phee scored a set of paints for being such a help with Tom last weekend so her eyes lit up.
“I could be an artist!” she said making a huge paint slashing motion. $10 of her savings later and she had the easel.
Back home I put the easel together while Rae made breakfast. Chuffed with my handy work I put it out the back and after brekky sent Phee outside.
“Oh wow, thanks mum!” came the cry.
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The number of times I have heard the words “Mum… I mean Dad…”
*LOL* Poor Tony. So under-appreciated.