Walk the Plank

My dad came over to help lay down the tile in the master bathroom floor.  I asked him to start at a specific corner.  I chose this corner as the starting point because it would be the most viewable area of the bathroom.  

After a few hours, my mom and I stopped by to view the progress.  


Mama M, "Wait!  You're tiling yourself into the corner!"
Papa M, "It'll be okay.  I'll use some 2X4s to walk on."
Mama M, "What?  I don't understand."   


Apparently the non-engineering gene is passed through the women on my mother's side of the family.

Fortunately BF knows exactly to what my dad is referring.  He grabs a few pieces of discarded wood and quickly cuts the appropriate length for the walking planks.  Now there are no worries about walking on top of the newly laid floor tile.