“Well, Papa, what’s the story?” She could read him like a book. And, he sure knew it.
“Mama you’re not going to believe it, but I’ll tell ya anyway. “ He sat down at the table and pulled toward him a cup of hot coffee, he took a sip, and said, “You know that I’m gon’na paint the barn and house this week end.” She nodded her head. “Well, Mama... I just had an ‘idea’... and she smiled!