"I know you were trying to help," Jack sighed, "but I'm really not worried about getting paint on my clothes."

"You're not?" Danny asked.  "But you complained to Sam about not being able to get paint off of anything."

"Aht!" Jack exclaimed.  "I was talking about furniture and carpet.  These are old clothes, which is why I put them on before I started painting.  And you do want your room painted, don't you?"

Grudgingly, Danny nodded.

"So... you mind letting me go?"

Nodding again, Danny began to unwind the blue masking tape he'd so carefully wrapped around his daddy's legs.