We painted until about 10:30 last night, until we ran out of paint. And we’re not done. So this morning, we took our extra scrappy kids in for a drive to Home Depot, to pick up more paint. With that, Brady’s entire Makita tool kit has been on the fritz for long enough, and this morning, his last working drill quit. So that’s another poorly timed expensive purchase but what’s a person to do? He’ll need them for work as it is, as that’s finally starting up again in a small capacity. I write you this blog from the Home Depot parking lot, on the laptop, like an adult, listening to “Dear Future Me” By Little King. Its cute. Check it out.
On the drive in, Brady had an AirPod in, trying to get through to our credit card company. We got new Costco credits cards recently, as ours were expiring, and after Brady had a lapse and entered his pin wrong once, they put a block on his card. Aaaaanyway, none of that is actually important right now. As we started our drive, he announced loudly to the van “My name is Brady Born.” I had a laugh and reminded the kids Daddy was on the phone.
We passed a large group of bikers, and as tends to happen, Dekker asked who they were. Because why wouldn’t we know, right? Adults probably know all other adults. Brady answered Dekker with a loud, firm “Yes.”
Dekker looked at me oddly, and we shared a chuckle.
But Brady kept going with the yeses. Yes. Yes. Yes. In his all business, authority voice.
Suddenly Waverly shouted “YES!” I cracked up hard and as you’d expect, that only encouraged her. I laughed, and she kept going. It actually registered on Brady’s call and messed up the automated system. Whoops! Price to pay for cute, I guess!
Brady eventually was able to reset his pin on his card and the drive was otherwise uneventful. We got everything we needed, and we’re back at it!!