The Beauty of Being Six

The beauty of being six is that last year, we played. This year, we worked. Daddy, what can I do? Daddy, did you think of a chore for me?

Yes baby girl, it’s time you learn how to paint. And paint she did. She even got most of it on the walls! And this is what I wanted most, that she gets involved and has a stake in it. It’s not just Mom and Dad’s trip anymore, it’s hers now too!

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