As the move got closer, Bill and I were spending more and more time at the house. TJ and Sam came with us occasionally. So they got to meet some of the contractors. Nolan preferred to stay at my mom's. So the other night, when Scot the painter was in and out of the house (finishing up odds and ends), Nolan was sitting at the dinner table, puzzled.
Scot popped in the kitchen to say something to Bill, then left the room. Nolan whispered to me, "Mom, who is that guy?"
We explained that it was Scot, the best painter in the world. Nolan nodded and said, "He has a very well-trimmed mustache."
That boy is going to keep me on my toes forever.
