Lachlan loves markers. Washable, dry erase, permanent – he’s not picky. He likes to bite them, suck on them… and draw himself whiskers. At first it was occasional. I’m starting to suspect he’s got suppliers that are sneaking them to him like a drug dealer, because we’re picking up in frequency. These days, it’s rare to see him without the mustache. It’s just his look.
I started documenting them.
He’s very proud of himself.
Unless you take away the marker. Or in this case, markers.
This one was particularly good. He went for the rotted teeth look.
This day, with the bruise on his cheek from “I just learned to walk” syndrome, he went for subtle.
This one looks suspiciously centered and even. No one is confessing to coming to his aid but I’m not convinced.
I got asked why it keeps happening. I have no answers except the obvious. The kids are ganging up on me, it’s funny, it hurts nothing, and Lachlan is the one closest to the floor and therefore, finds what he wants.
I run a really tight ship.
Oh how hilarious!! I do hunt these are all washable markers. Hahaha!!! Too funny!
Good grief. My fingers hit the wrong keys. I do hope!!!!!
They are having fun.