Ah, a marker in the hands of our young lad. Never a good idea.
In the past, when he's found a pen or marker, the next time we see him, he's done quote a job on his body ... ALL over his body. You would think I'd have learned by now. Guess I haven't.
We stopped into the new doctor's office down the street the other day, and they gave Christian a magnetic white board and dry erase marker. He asked if he could practice writing his letters, and since the drive home was so short, I agreed.
Big mistake.
I opened the door and he was so very proud of his artwork. I was none-to-thrilled, and let him know. Poor lil' guy went from proud to tears in a matter of moments. I felt badly, but despite how awful it made me feel, I had to stand my ground - it is not acceptable to write on himself, his clothing ... or the car.
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