Friday night, Zackary was whispering something to Maddox in the next room. The whisperings were followed by two little boys giggling. In my parental curiosity I peeked around the corner to discover that Zackary had drawn all over Maddox with a permanent marker. Head to toe. Front and back. I jumped out and asked Zackary what he was doing.
Zackary: Nothing! Max drew on himself with a marker!
Interesting.
Me: Really! How did Max draw on his butt and back?
Zackary: I don't know!
Me: Zackary . . . (looking at him disapprovingly)
Zackary: He's really good, huh! .......................... What!?
Zackary: I have no clue.
An hour long bath later a soap covered baby was almost cleansed of his black and turquoise markings. (Yes, I still call Maddox, Baby-even though he no longer is one.)
It came out later that Maddox had taken off his own clothes and Zackary removed his diaper. I still don't know who got out the markers.
1 comments from people we love:
Sounds like something that would happen in our house! Which is why the markers are WAY up high, out of reach, out of sight, out of mind! :)
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