Death by Painting-a Humorous Family Story to Celebrate Mother’s Day!

Today I’m sharing a humorous family story to celebrate Mother’s Day, titled “Death by Painting.” I’m also telling another humorous story at the site, titled “Grandma Fastbinder’s Naughty Love Affair with Limburger Cheese.” Also another author who has been my guest here previously Leann Harris is also posting a humorous family story on the Craftie Ladies of Romance Blog today, titled a Tribute to Mom. After reading it however, with my less ironic sense of humor, I’d have titled it “Two Generations of Bad Hair Days” So don’t miss hers too! Funny.

Well, here’s Death by Painting, a true story from my family.

When we lived in Iowa, our house weathered to the point that it needed to be repainted. Our son was around 12 and our daughter around 9 and I was around—oh, wait, that’s not germane to the story. Anyway I told my dh that we wouldn’t leave it all on his paint-spattered shoulders. We’d all do our parts.

While my dh would paint the big parts, I would sand and paint the trim around the doors and windows. Our son and daughter would paint the foundation and our son would paint the shed to match the house.

I was on the back deck painting a window which lay on newspaper on the picnic table there. From the corner of my eye, I noted that my son was not in the mood to paint. In fact, as I continue moving my brush in even strokes, I watched him “play-act” falling off the ladder.

I thought, “You little monkey, I’m not going to take that bait.” I put my brush down and went into the house and got my camera. I proceeded to go out to the “body” lying on the ground and clicked a few shots. Then I announced, “I’m going to call these pictures, Death by Painting.

What do you think his reaction was? He hopped up all smiles and then went back to painting without another complaint.


What they won’t do for a little attention. My son and daughter always needed what I called “creative” disciplining from time to time.

I plan to tell this story on my son for years to come! Do you have a funny story you could share here?Why not and maybe win a book?

I’m going to give away two copies of Daddy in the Making today to any who leave a family story here.

And I’m giving away more to those who visit and read about my clever Grandma Fastbinder! Join the fun!


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13 Responses to Death by Painting-a Humorous Family Story to Celebrate Mother’s Day!

  1. Jackie Smith says:

    My grandson, age 3 then, was peering over my shoulder as I was making sandwiches. He said “I hear you don’t spread it well”….as I put mayonaise on the bread! His parents quickly started yacking….afraid I was offended. I was not…just laughed and said I know that is so true…..I never did put much mayo on, and he had heard his parents talk about that!

  2. Rose says:

    Cute story!

  3. StrongWomen says:

    Irene, I can see you started out a rebel! And a writer too.

  4. StrongWomen says:

    I like what you’re doing over at eharlequin too. drop by
    And Jillian Hart is giving away $25 to the person who will help name a character. Don’t miss the fun this week.

  5. StrongWomen says:

    Crab cakes–yum!

  6. Janet Tronstad says:

    Fun story, Lyn! Your son sounds like a typical boy (I’ve had enough nephews to know).

    • Irene Brand says:

      Well, Lyn, I don’t have any sons who did cute things, and I don’t know any funny stories. The only story I could think of was the time and, only time, either of my parents “laid a hand on me.” Of course, I was a model child and didn’t need to be spanked. 🙂 When I was about 8 years old, I was writing on the white weathboarding of our farm house with a red crayon. Dad “hollered” at me to stop. I did! However, I went around on the opposite side of the house and continued my writing. That came to a sudden halt, however, when Dad sneaked up behind me and swatted my rear with his big hand. It hurt, too! The punishment was effective, however, because I’ve never written on the outside of a house from that day to this.

  7. Liz V. says:

    My family was from Baltimore as well, and my maternal grandmother of German stock. Limburger cheese, however, was not the problem. My gran always warned that, should she die unexpectedly, my Mom should check for that second crab cake doggie bagged home from the restaurant.

  8. StrongWomen says:

    Thanks, Juanita. Family stories are fun.

  9. Juanita W says:

    Read the Grandma Fastbinder and loved it. She must have been quite a lady, and a fun person. Love her creative style in carrying the cheese. She must have had quite a hat, lol. Will remember this story and the one regarding your son. A fun family for sure.

  10. Lyn Cote says:

    Kathy, how do they do this stuff??
    My son was just like that. I kept crayons, etc out of reach. so what did he write on the walls with? A raw carrot!

  11. Kathy Eberly says:

    There are so many humorous family stories that I have, especially those concerning my son Robert. My oldest son Robert was a very active child. When he was two years old we lived in an apartment in a suburb of Minneapolis. I briefly ran down the hallway to get my mail. In the meantime, he had bolt locked the door. To this day I don’t know how he did it.
    He had also in the span of the time I was gone had spilled a half of a canister of flour all over my shag carpeting in the hallway. He realized that he had made a mess of it and obviously had seen me use water to clean things so that’s what he did. He poured water with the flour making the most awful glue you ever have seen. It took me many months to get it out of the carpet. Oh, and I never did leave him alone for even a minute again. He’s 29 now and a father of a newborn. I just wonder what tricky things his little one will do when he’s old enough!