I’ve been stripping the paint off our front doors. It’s tedious but necessary before we repaint them as there are at least 2 layers of paint that were put on incorrectly so the paint is flaking and awful.
I did the right door last week and was working on the left one yesterday. I came in to help the kidlet with lunch. Once finished, the following conversation occurred:
Me: “I’m going outside to strip some more.”
Lg Fry: *silent judgement*
Me: “Stripping is my life. I love stripping.”
Lg Fry: “Mom.”
Me: “Your mother is a stripper.”
Lg Fry: “MOM!”