Can we still get paint?
Sure, I tell him. I imagine Zoe Zack and myself outside with lots of
towels and rags, painting a birdhouse or something along those lines.
Bear! He proclaims.
You want to paint a bear?
No, I want BEAR.
You want bear, I repeat, continuing, that doesn't make sense, that's
not grammatically correct...
Buckets of bear! He explains. Lets buy buckets of paint and rollers...
Oh. You have a preferred BRAND of paint. I'm impressed. That'll get
you places. I can't afford that now, I've budgeted $10 for all the
paints. You still on board anyway.
He crosses his arms and nodds his head, building and painting
imaginary houses for us.
