Last night I was bathing Matthew and he was enjoying his bath crayons again. He got bored of drawing on the tub and the walls in pretty short order and started drawing on Daddy. Only this time, I wasn't bathing with him, and I didn't appreciate having my shirt drawn on a whole lot. I told him to stop.
So for the rest of his bath he kept coming over and rubbing my shirt with his sponge "eraser" where he'd drawn on me. I appreciated the thought, but I was pretty soaked by the end.
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