AK has wanted a pink room forever and a day. One day my brother's wife looked me squarely in the eye and said, "Look, as the aunt, I'm laying down the law, she wants a pink room, so give her a pink room." I've learned over the years, you don't mess with the aunts or the aunties. Plus AK's room has been a disaster since she moved in last year. It was formerly the office aka Chalet Construction Headquarters, and is wired to launch a rocket. It needs a makeover, and it's in the works, just wait until you see the new bedding! Step one is paint.
Zoey tried to help, or more like made a mess. It seems like common sense to not paint around a puppy, but somehow I didn't think she would get into the paint. I was wrong, and do you know what happens when you scream and try to tackle a puppy covered in pink paint? They run, wiggle, and shake, splattering pink paint everywhere. The upside, now she matches AK's room!
Finally, it was done and we picked up AK. Mr. Boy and I couldn't wait to show her the finished project.
Uh oh! Why the frown? Apparently, kids consider surprises to be "toys", not necessarily paint. Good thing to know, looks like AK won't be on one of those Presto Chang-o HGTV shows, and that's okay. The next morning she woke up and saw her pink walls, and woke up with a smile. They made her happy, and that's all I wanted, even if it took a few hours to get there.