At some point in the next couple of years, we plan to renovate our 1920s-era master bathroom. The Eight-Year-Old, naturally is full of ideas.
The Eight-Year-Old, surveying the bathroom in question: “Can we keep this tile in here?”
Mommyo, carefully: “I don’t know, sweetie. We aren’t going to change anything in the bathroom for a while, though.”
The Eight-Year-Old: “Good. I don’t mind that the tile’s cracked and looks like it was painted a different color in spots. I just like that it’s old. I think I could enter this apartment in Antiques Roadshow, once we clear out all this new stuff.”
- More funny stuff my daughter says (Caterpickles)