So, the master bathroom has hideous small pinkish tiles, that must now be replaced. New tile was chosen last weekend so demolition began yesterday afternoon. A slow but not difficult process, pull up the carpet to get to the tile edge, (Yes I know, who the hell puts carpet in a bathroom, not us, came that way) big flathead screwdriver, hammer and a contractor bag. Initial demo went easily as the wood underneath is...well...not really wood so much now as a moist cardboard, hehe.
So sitting on the floor popping off these little tiles the boy and girl child show up, we want to help, ok, go get another hammer and screwdriver. The girl child pop's a few tiles off, ok, by, hehe, well I can't really blame her. The boy child tackles the tack strips from the old carpet, I tell him to be careful, they bite, he is and does a good job, no pokes or blood, a good thing.
I go take a break, read this as take 20min to check auctions and do a quick quest in WoW, hehe. Come back to the bathroom and the boy child has been busy, happily sitting in the tub with his hammer and screwdriver, popping off the offensive little pink tiles, having a good ole' time.
Ahhh....destruction can bring a father and son together....hehe.