Yesterday my son and I set out to paint the garage in preparation for my new cabinets and workbench my wife got me for my birthday. I was amazed at how useful and helpful my son was in painting. He was extra motivated to help since it was my birthday and both my wife and daughter were sick in bed with the flu. We had a blast.
We got about 50% of the garage finsihed; starting on the stall where the cruiser IS NOT parked. I really wanted to get the wheels on the cruiser and get it out of the garage by the end of the day, but I was running out of time doing final touch up work on the walls.
My son asked me if he could put the wheels on for me. I jokingly said yes (he's only 10 years old). As I painted, I peeked over at him across the garage as he roled a wheel into place. Hmmm... this will be interesting... "how's he going to get it lifted into place?". He gets out the floor jack and jacks the wheel up. Never asked me a single question... all four wheels on, nuts tighted as tight as he could get them. NO help from me.
I finished cleaning up the painting supplies and together we dropped the rig off the jack stands and rolled it out!
What a great birthday!
