See this floor?
It's disgusting, dirty, old and simply needs to go.
So, we got to work.
You measure twice, I'll cut once - capeesh? You haven't graduated to handling sharp objects yet.
Your favorite part of the job? Climbing on my back while I was trying to cut the tile.
It seemed as though each time I tried to make a precision cut, there was a tug at the collar of my shirt and a few grunts and groans as you tried to pull yourself up. It was followed by a giggle and each time I felt your chin rest on my shoulder to watch my steady hand score the tile.
It was a slow process but we had fun.
Grandpa Bernie would be proud because like a good Union boss, you made sure I took plenty of breaks.
"Daddy sit with me!" you begged as the morning drew to the afternoon. How could I resist?
A few minutes later and we were back to work.
Getting the floor down took most of the day, but in the end I think it looks great!
Thanks for your help! I'm glad you're not afraid to get your hands dirty.
I know who to come to when we start flipping homes and I need a hand on some of the dirty work!
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