"Garrison drawed on me." Those were the words I could hear Josiah crying as he walked into the kitchen one day. The poor little guy.
I had to take a picture of him before I wiped it off.
After I cleaned Josiah up I went and asked Garrison why he drew on his brothers face, hand, neck and scalp. He answered, "well, he was happy so I drew on him." Like, duh mom.
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