… THIS happened late Friday afternoon…
I liked his face just fine, because I assumed that what I was looking at was a Crayola washable marker.
Heavy emphasis on the washable part.
What I was really looking at, though, was A RED SHARPIE MARKER.
Taken directly to the face.
How do I say this in English? PERM-A-NENT.
So that’s how our preschooler spent the better part of HIS weekend… with a face tat that made him completely unemployable for jobs on the top level of the skyscrapers, with a giant, mahogany desk facing the windows and the beautiful view of the bay.
Thankfully, with persistent scrubbing, he’s looking like he can start interviewing for executive level jobs by tomorrow morning.