Daddy's Helper

When my mom and dad bought our house two years ago, they knew that it needed a lot of work. Apparently, the house was built in 1820, and the last major rehab was performed in 1910 (other than some cosmetic and plumbing updates in 1989).
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This is our house.
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Anyway, the front door has been giving us some trouble for nearly a year, and it started to fall off of the hinges about a week ago. So, my dad and I decided that it was time to do some home improvements. While my mom was sleeping, we took off the front door.

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Mom, I swear! I told dad not to do it!
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But it is a good thing we decided to replace the door; gophers were trying to get into the house by eating the wooden frame.
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My dad said that I'm the best helper ever!