A Story

Once upon a time, when I was in kindergarten (I think), I built a birdhouse at school with my dad. I painted it yellow.

Several years later (probably a couple years ago now), my dad told me that when I showed my mom my birdhouse, she was mad that it was painted yellow instead of just stained. She asked my dad why he didn't tell me to stain it instead, and why he let me paint it yellow. My dad said "She wanted it to be yellow."

That's my favorite story. It makes me tear up whenever I think about it, and I really don't know why.