You know those moments you feel like the children are involved in something so you can walk away for just a minute to go talk to your husband in the back bedroom? You feel safe because they are engaged in coloring at the dining room table and laughing at each other's silly jokes. They have not even noticed that you left the room. So, you take a chance. You tip toe down the hall, the sound of their giggles and deep conversations about poop lulling you into a false sense of comfort that they are still seated at the dining room table.
You make it to your husband excited at the slight chance for some adult conversation. You formulate a complete sentence or two with a noun, verb, adjective and you even have time to throw in an adverb! (lolly, lolly, lolly) Pretty soon you are having a complete...what's that word? Con...conver...help me out here. CONVERSATION! That's it! Yup. I was having one of those and loving every minute of it. I was so enthralled that I let my guard down. Both my ears were listening to Chris.
Then, we heard it. "Mama! Daddy! Come look! I showed Mags where all her bones are!" We were like deer in headlights. I assured Chris, "I only let them have the washable markers." Just one little snafu.
How did a Sharpie get into the kids' marker box?