Crayola Washable Markers...

Blast it, Crayola...

When you say washable on the marker it should really come with an asterisk attached to it.

Hmmm....the word asterisk.

Wait!! Rabbit Trail!!

How much did you love the cartoon Asterix and Obelix?

Those two little faces just make me feel happy. 

Giddy, almost.

Asterix and Obelix were the one thing that my brother Robbie and I agreed on. 

Well, that and Steak 'Ums. 

And come on, everyone loves Steak 'Ums.

Anyway...

Crayola markers...

They really aren't that washable. 

How do I know that?

A few days ago the baby woke up and began to play in her crib. 

There were all kinds of happy noises coming from the crib.

I didn't get her up immediately because:

A) I was busy*

B) She was happy

and 

C) Does there really need to be a C? 

Don't judge me - hanging out in her crib for a few minutes because I'm busy* won't hurt her.

Anyway, after fifteen minutes of her squealing and giggling in her crib I began to ponder the very important questions:

What was so dang great about being in that crib?

and

Why isn't she crying?

This is what I found:

"Good morning, dearest Mother!"

"Thank You for dressing me in zip up pajamas that I can easily take off."

"And when you see my brothers, please thank them for leaving magic markers where I could reach them."

"What do you mean, 'I'm in trouble?' It was those boys' fault!"

Sigh. 

And no, it didn't all 'wash' off easily.

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*Busy sleeping