I commented tonight that we bought the wrong markers for first day of school. Convinced I "don't even know what you're talking about" (E's new favorite thing to say to me) he says, "Mommy! We HAVE washable markers. I know where they are."
He disappears for about 5 minutes and comes back with markers for fingers, seemingly growing from his hands like branches. I had to snap his picture. Within seconds of the flash, the markers plunged to the floor in a magnificent splay of color.
His grip was impressive. I am not quite sure he could do that again.
And, for the record... they were not the right kind of markers.
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