This family has this thing with markers. We have a ton of them all around our home, many of which have mismatched covers attached to them. We, for some reason, skip crayons altogether and go for the gusto.
But, if you mention the words "yellow marker" to Hubby, he will visibly shiver. It is his nemesis, just the thought of it kryptonite to whatever peaceful thought he had previously in his head.
It was because on one Sunday afternoon, a few years ago, while I was at work, Sweet R (who was then 15 months old) stuck a yellow marker up her nose. The tip broke and lodged itself high in her nostril. Thankfully, Hubby noticed all of the yellow above her lips and on her cheek, found the marker-culprit and off they went to the Emergency Room.
I think that Baby J wants to follow in her sister's footsteps.
There I was, so proud of my 13-month-old, who has discovered how to color.
I looked away but for a second. Are those famous last words? I do believe so...
And out of instinct I stuck my finger in my mouth to retrieve pieces of orange. Baby J bit me by the way. Apparently the foam tip was quite yummy.
Maybe I should really rethink bringing back crayons.
