Ha! Knew that entry would get your attention.
Last night, Drew was bending down next to the refrigerator when I noticed his khakis were covered in blue ink.
"Do you know there's blue ink on your butt?" I said.
"That's not ink, that's crayon," he explained. Turns out that he was lying on his stomach on the floor and Rachel was on his back, with a blue crayon in her hand, and decided to color on his butt. It looked vaguely artistic, sort of like a rudimentary Picasso.
"That's why I bought washable crayons," Drew said.
He added, "I'm DAD. I pretty much exist to have things like this done to me. It's my role in life."
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