The Sunday morning after Joe returned from his trip we were sitting in the kitchen, sipping on our coffee. Tim was watching DinoTrain and Alexis was playing in the pack-n-play next to us. Ben had been playing on the floor next to Alexis. Joe and I were lost in conversation, and suddenly we realize... It's quiet. TOO quiet. The panic set in, we ran up the steps to find Ben in Tim's room, markers in each hand, coloring his feet as if it was the most natural thing to do.
It could have been worse.
And this is why we only allow washable markers/crayons in our house.
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