I always think of my Aunt Eileen whenever my kids “paint the porch” for me. She raised seven children, and countless nieces, nephews, neighborhood kids, and grandchildren. She knew all the tricks, and this one is a favorite. A bucket of water and a paintbrush. No mess. A clean porch. Playful, easy distraction.
I remember doing this for hours at her house, and trying to get all her steps painted before the sun dried everything. Ha! I’m sorry she never got to meet my boys, but her influence is still strong.