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That's Gonna Leave a Mark

I wanted to laugh. 

Only I was the parent who seconds earlier had told my son to cap the pen–the black permanent marker, which he’d been scribbling dangerously with on a piece of construction paper barely balanced on a dining room chair.  Only he didn’t cap it.  And so screaming in the hallway like her clothes were on fire was my daughter with black permanent marker streaked from her forehead to her chin.


Except for that parent thing where I’m supposed to plant a certain three year old’s behind on the stairs and pity my daughter who is scrubbing her face off in the bathroom.  Which I did.  Only the voice I spoke in was completely unknown to me, a different octave even, as I tried to convince myself this was serious stuff.

By which time a BAWAHAHA slipped out and I excused myself to the garage.

Somewhere around the five minute mark my daughter’s face came clean, and some time after that  her brother squeaked for forgiveness.

And I, well…

I capped that black pen.


6 Responses to “That's Gonna Leave a Mark”

  1. Pastor Brad says:

    I’m laughing with you!

  2. Drason says:

    I’ve heard that voice before

  3. Leslie says:

    One YL kid “marked” another a few weeks ago at Campaigners… I took the pen away. Then propmtly gave it to another leader to dispense the proper payback. … Perhaps not the best “turn the other cheek” lesson.

  4. Sarah says:

    Oh poor Raven. I am laughing also

  5. Perry Olson says:

    This is so funny! I loved it!


  6. kimfrey says:

    The price of being an artist!

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