Both of our kids did some scratching this weekend. Grant got ahold of a sharp rock and "colored" all over the back of my car. It looks like someone keyed the car. Jim took it really well and recalled a story of when he was little and found himself in a room with a can of paint and a brush. He said he remembers thinking this probably isn't okay, but he kept doing it anyway. When I told my brother, Bryan, he recounted two stories of coloring on walls growing up. One was with a can of spray paint. In one instance he used a marker to write his name on the walls and when he was asked if he did it he adamantly denied it. Boys.
This weekend Kate noticed a new tattoo on Derme's leg. At first it looked like she was blowing on the tattoo but then we realized she was sniffing it. She thought it was a scratch and sniff sticker!
2 comments:
it's fine. when i was about 6, i wrote my little sister's name on the wall with crayon and blamed it on her (even though she couldn't spell). dangit. busted. sorry about the new paint job.
Scratch and sniff tatoos! Your girl may be on to something!!! Quick - patent it! ; )
Sorry about the car. Apparently, Jim, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree! (And they are both so handsome - got to take the "bad" with all the "good"!)
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