“Eleven actually and I sold one of my inventions to a company for $1000 but okay whatever I can do to help cover the damage we caused. I’m happy to paint it over” Fred said trying to be as friendly as he couldKevin stopped in his tracks, turning to look down at Fred. “You? Pay for the damage? What are you, twelve?” He asked skeptically, looking Fred up and down. He didn’t look like the kind of person that would always have cash on him, especially enough to pay for a can of paint. Even if he did, Kevin doubted Fred would still have it after three months.
“I can afford to by my own can of paint. Although you doing the repainting sounds like a good idea...” it wouldn’t be considered child labor if it’s only in the one spot, right? Kevin wondered.