"You Drew Yourself A Booger."

So said my Darling Wife as she cleaned the dry-erase marker off the face of our not-quite-2 year-old boy.

It all started innocently enough. He had a piece of paper to color on, but it didn't make very dark marks. Then oops! he colored on his finger . . . hey, that's dark! Let's see what happens when I color all over the palm of this hand . . . that worked so well, I wonder what it looks like in this hand . . . etc.

Somewhere in there, he probably put the tip of the marker in his mouth and missed a little bit, coloring on and in his little nose. Drawing a booger.

At least it wasn't permanent marker.

This time.