Our roof is coming along. Dad has been on the roof pretty much all by himself.
Mom's job is on the ground. She's cutting shingles to a specific size - what dad calls starters shingles.
We're busy with stuffed bones while we supervise.
And we take breaks for biteyface.
And occasionally, I steal Molly frozen washcloth that she uses for her teething toofers. She barks at me and gives me away, which makes mom stop what she's going and notice that I'm a thief. Tattletail!
Dad said that we're the best supervisors ever. We're off to Durham for ice cream!