marker bandit
I don't usually post blogs at 3 in the morning, I came to post about my weird dream (read other post) and my brother is online.
He says to me, "Want to know what your nephew did today?"
uh oh. Then I see the picture..
apparently Kaleb was trying to "paint" his toenails, and had more fun coloring his legs. With a Sharpie no less. I suggested hairspray or rubbing alcohol, and Tim told me what works best was
"a washcloth with daddy scrubbing really hard, while he goes "No touch it daddy, it hurts when you rub hard!""
Poor K, I think my brother forgets that he and Tony Scnicker were 4 and 5 when Mom found them in the basement covered with yellow and black (permanent) marker spots, declaring "We be Yeopards Momma"