So the office is looking into getting some new windows. As such, a contractor came by to take some measurements to provide the CEO & CFO an estimate.
I let him in and first apologize for the mess. Which immediately makes me feel like my mom.
After I kicked Owen's soccer ball to confirm my manliness, I explained that Summer's room was off limits because I just put her down. I was thinking he would be fine to go around on his own.
I was wrong. He asked me to escort him around the house for "liability reasons."
Because the measurements are on him, he wasn't willing to assume the windows in the boy's bedroom were the same size as in Summer's room. To prevent a return trip I threw caution to the wind and took him into Summer's room.
He promised to be quiet.
He rattled his tape measure like he was playing a Xylophone.
Luckily for him, she didn't wake up.
Back to watching Underdog and coloring with the boys...
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