Thursday, September 9, 2010
When Isaac gets his hands on a marker, he takes the cap off, bites off the juicy, inky nub and spits it on the floor. His lips and teeth and tongue become a drippy Crayola-colored mess. It took about 10 markers before I stopped thinking, "Well, I'm sure he won't do that again! What are the chances?" Now the markers are hidden with the scissors, the sewing needles, and the bottles of poster paint: the things forced into hiding, waiting for Isaac to become more aware of danger and mess.
I am ever grateful that the good people at Crayola decided to make their delicious colored supplies non-toxic.
For breakfast today: Cheese Danishes. After finishing his (along with a sliced apple), Andrew asks, "Can I have another cookie?" We need to work on our pastry lingo around here.