I was about 5 or 6 years old and I got up one morning with my little sister and for some reason we put on our Sunday school clothes. My parents had just installed new carpet and were redecorating the house a little. My mom always has been a heavy sleeper and my dad was a truck driver that drove to Kansas City and back every night. As the story goes my mom finally wakes up and walks out of her room to find green paint on my door just about as high as a little kid could reach. She opened my door to see paint in the carpet and that I had painted my dresser. She opened the door to my sister’s room and there we were. Covered in green paint. My suit and my sister’s dress were ruined along with the new carpet in both of our rooms. I had painted my dresser and the paint leaked inside the drawers and ruined most of my clothes. My mom just said who would have thought a 5 or 6 year old could get a screw driver and open up a paint can. My dad was 6'4 and weighed about 300lbs. He later told me that he just sat down and cried. I never saw my old man cry. He told me "All I could do was cry because if I would have spanked your ass I would have killed you.