A new child in our neighborhood was recently at our house.  Out of the blue, he asked me, “does HJ get a whoopin’ when he’s in trouble?”

HJ responded with, “What’s a whooping?”

I told him it is when someone hurts you for doing something wrong.

HJ said, “Oh, you do that all the time when I am in trouble.”

Oh my goodness, what in the world.

“HJ, what happens when you get in trouble?”

He told the neighbor boy and me, “I have to go to my room until I am ready to apologize, then I talk to mom and we hug.”

“Right, so how is that a whooping?”

His response was, “because it hurts my feelings.”

Hopefully I cleared up the difference between being physically hurt and having hurt feelings.

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Before HJ was born, my mom painted a nightstand for him.  It was green, and cute.  And it had been mine.  And my sisters.  And my mom’s.  And her mom’s.  And at least one more generation beyond that.  So…it’s had some use.  One day, while shutting a drawer, the wood just sort of fell apart.  We continued to use it while I searched and searched for one.

Finally, I came across one on craigslist.  $8, real wood, need gone.

I sent a text to the number.  The responder text back super fast with numerous pictures.  Confirmed it was real wood.  It said I could get it that day!  I asked where we could meet. She said she didn’t have a car but I could go get it.

I said, sorry I am not comfortable with that.  Then deleted it and asked where she was.

She mentioned a trailer park in town.  One that is not known for its friendly, neighborly ways.

So I did what any sane person in need of a deal does.  I put my scary looking dog in the back seat, let my neighbor know I would call in 5 minutes (and if I didn’t to call the police) and made my way into the trailer park.

I should point out my scary looking dog is terrified of car rides and was shaking like a leaf in the backseat.

As I got closer to the meeting point, I started getting nervous and actually had 911 ready to go on my phone.  But lucky me…the police were already there.  Woohoo!  I figured she wouldn’t do anything crazy to me for a $8 night stand in front of the cops, so I was a bit more comfortable.  She came outside, got scared of the cops and ran very fast back inside as I gave her the money.

As I was driving home, I realized I forgot to ask a vital question.  “Does anyone smoke in the house?”.  It smelled awful.

This meant I left the nightstand in the garage for about 3 weeks, covered in baking soda (thanks, pinterest!).

Then, I had to sand it down really well.  It had gouges, some weird ring marks, sticker marks, you name it.  I also took of the ugly drawer pull and threw it away.

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I had navy chalk paint left over from HJ’s bed, and after a few coats, it started looking MUCH better.  I let HJ pick out his own drawer pulls, which led to these cute little fox heads.

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I also wanted to add a bit more of it, so I taped off the top edge and made it white.  I also saw the cute basket at Target with a chalkboard, and added that underneath.  I love that it matches his bed, it looks like such a cute little set!

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Anyone else have a craigslist adventure story?  Usually I will only go to neighborhoods I am familiar with, so this one was very different for me!