Lending a Hand
When I was growing up, my dad was a professional painter (well, as his side job). He has painted many a house. Although he doesn't do that anymore, he knows the skill. And so when I finally admitted to him that I was going to paint an entire room, he asked a few questions, and then decided to accompany me to the store to make sure the proper supplies were obtained.
And in the end, he decided to come over and help me out. I'm so thankful because after such a long week, and after the amount of prep involved (wait until the next post), I was glad to hear that someone would be coming over to help after all.
"That roller isn't good enough." (pause)
"That brush is too cheap." (long pause)
"I have that already, put that back."
"You have to prime because you're taking wallpaper down." (pause)
"Let me see that roller again."