Painting Mishap

BleeeUCK! I asked my dad to help paint my new clubhouse door last night and he used his brush instead of one of mine. I started painting the handle when suddenly my dad took one stroke and lived up to his reputation for being a bit clumsy and messy....because he took one swipe and got the door plastered with paint....but also plastered me up against the garage wall. I can still smell and taste paint this morning. We'll try again tonight with smaller brushes. What a goofy guy he can be.