The neighborhood young folk will most likely want to pitch in and help - please if you
can make sure that they have the right gloves etcetera for their health and safety.
Parents on hand would be a plus.
My own little horror story goes like this. I didn't have a large wardrobe when I was
young. One day I realized that I'd gotten paint all over my last pair of pants that didn't
have holes in them or paint on them, so they needed to be cleaned right away, which I
used turpentine to do, then continued to wear these pants for the rest of the day.
The next day I felt like I had the flu [[though I was better the day after, other than now
having a tendency to keep clothes on hand long after they've become rags).