Seeing Miss Tammy's Mold

Michael likes to check on the progress of my room downstairs. Sometimes he put his hand out to stop you from going downstairs under the guise of protecting your personal safety, and other times his curiosity gets the better of him. Tonight he grabbed my hand and announced that he was going to see Tammy's mold. Fortunately the sheet rock has been patched back up and mudded. We'll see how far we get from here.