There was a talk in the ensign a while ago about how a dad was having his son help with painting there front door and his son was getting big paint runs so he would hurry and fix it before it dried then he realized that it didn't matter in the big scheme of things it was that his son was helping him. So now when he walks in the door and sees the paint job that was done he always thinks of the time that he painted it with his son.
So even if my yard might not have straight lines in it and it might have a few (actually quite a few) missed spots, I am happy.
And after I cleaned the windows perfect and some of my kiddos thought they wanted to help, I am happy.

