So the boys and I field tripped it to Benjamin Moore last Friday to finish off a project I assigned Dave. (He is always so thankful for my honey-dos)
Blake and the salesman were chatting back and forth and the man asks Blake how old he is.
"I am 4. How old are you?"
"I am 22." the salesman says.
"So, when you were 4 like me, did you always want to work at a paint store when you grew up?"
I couldn't help but gasp and look away.
"Well, buddy. All I can say is, stay in school."
You betcha.
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