It's Super Marker Man!!

My little brother Squeak is home from school today. Why? He sounds like a chain-smoker and looks as though he is wearing bright red eye-liner. If that doesn't mean sick, what else does?

He's got two birthday parties for classmates in a few days--so it was time to have him draw them cards. I slap down a package of markers, find some non-scribbled on paper, and kiss him on the head.

"Have fun, Squeaky!" I say, ambling out of the kitchen to plop my tush down and read through some emails. About five minutes later, Super Marker Man bounces in.

By Super Marker Man, I mean Squeak. The six year old. With marker scribbles all over himself. All I can think is WHY?!

So I usher him to the bathroom ("DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!") and wipe him down with an old rag. The rag is now multi-chromatic, but the boy, thank goodness, is not!

He's Squeaky clean!

Ah, I've gotta love him!

And yay, there is fun stuff in store for the bored homeschooler today! Time for a trip to the supermarket! YAHOO! <--sarcasm.