Tonawanda News — I looked at him a moment. I looked at his sheepish/proud brother. And then I had to walk away again.
And I laughed until I cried.
They were washable markers again. A bath later, Jim was back to his undecorated self. (Although I didn’t realize until later that he or his brother had also taken chunks out of his already short hair with a dull pair of childsafe scissors. I probably wouldn’t have been so blasé about that.) Sam was read the riot act about how, no matter how funny it is, he’s not allowed to draw on himself or his brother again. He agreed.
Another week later. We found marker drawings on the floor. “It was a game!” I was told. Then we noticed it on the wall. And this time, it wasn’t coming off so easily. A tearful 5-year-old claimed that he didn’t draw on himself or Jimmy this time. True, as far as it goes, by the letter of the law if not the spirit.
I can’t help but feel responsible. I’m the one who laughed so hard at their “decorations,” after all. And I never said, “Don’t draw on the floor.” It didn’t seem necessary ... which seems ridiculous in hindsight.
Sam, much chastened, claims he’s really learned his lesson now, but we’re doing without the markers for a while. By the time they return, hopefully he’ll be a little more responsible with them. I think that’s probably the case.
And next time, I’m being a lot more specific.
Jill Keppeler is a writer for the Tonawanda News. She can be reached at email@example.com. Follow her on Twitter at @JillKeppeler.