Paint boy and I had a "discussion" on Saturday concerning his "help" around the house.
Sunday, I got nothing from him.
Yesterday while cooking dinner I mentioned that I was out of a few things and needed to find time to run to the store. What to my utter amazement did he offer to do?
Paint boy went to the grocery store!!!!
This is BIG TIME, people.
He goes once a year and I drag him just so he can see grocery prices.
He got everything on the list and picked up a few of his favorites.
I was so proud and excited that he helped.
What do you think greeted me in the kitchen this morning?
Melted ice cream sandwiches. I guess putting away the groceries was just too much.