As my grand-pappy always said, "Revenge is a dish best served with markers." He never said that, but if he had had a fascination with markers combined with a love for revenge, that would have been something he totally would have said. In any case, a few months ago I was bored and drew on my helpless little baby's face. Yesterday, I decided to teach him one of life's greatest lessons...revenge.
I placed the markers in his hands and gave him free reign of my face. When he wasn't trying to eat the markers himself, he seemed like he had a good time relishing the sweet taste of retaliation.
The marker in the mouth was not appreciated, but nonetheless deserved.
He decided to mix in some of his own drool in my mouth as well.
Like I said, he kept trying to eat the markers.
His Wolverine-like fingernails did not feel good on my face.
Ta-Da!
Consider us even...until I get bored again.
I think it is pretty obvious he was trying to re-create Van Gogh's Starry Night on my face. The resemblance is astounding.
