Some people, when doing a project, want the kids out of the way. Not my dad. We were to be right there. We can all find the correct tools, we all know how to read instructions, and we all learned to ignore the swearing because, as my mom constantly reminded us, "He's not mad at you, he's mad at the car."
None of my siblings, however, can hold a flashlight like I can. Seriously, I am good at keeping that light on the task.
Our dad taught us that we can do whatever we want. If we are willing to work and sometimes fail and keep trying, we can do it.
So a couple of days ago, I took my own chain saw (that's right, mine, not my husbands) and cut a big fat hole in our garage. Then I put in a door.