War Marks?

Thursdays Scott is on conference calls all day. He had two set up back to back from 4:00 to after 6:00 PM. Once Mason was finished with his homework, I took the rugrats outside to play to ensure no distractions for Scott on the phone. It was the first time all week they were able to go outdoors, and all Morgan wanted to do was color with a princess poster/marker set. About twenty minutes later, one of Morgan’s best friends, Kegan, came over to play. We live about five houses down, so playtime starts at one house and finishes at another. Same story this time around as well. We eventually ended up in front of my friend, Christy’s house (Kegan’s mom) and enjoyed a leisurely afternoon sitting in lawn chairs while the kids played inside a tent positioned on the front lawn.

We were having a great brain-storming session on possible “girl’s weekend” locations and catching up on the latest family events. Somewhere along the way, Mason got out of the tent, and we heard Kegan and Morgan in the tent just laughing away, but they do that anyway. It was now approaching 6:00 PM, time for dinner, then bath and finally time for bed. Kegan’s head pops out of the tent to protest our dismissal. It took a second glance for me to realize exactly what I was seeing, but low and behold, my budding little artiste discovered a new art medium – the human face. I asked Morgan while I running up to the tent if her face was colored too. Her response: No. Actual fact: Yes! (We are working with her about telling the truth, even if she’s afraid of the consequences.) You know, I thought for sure a situation like this would cause me to blow a gasket, but all I could do was laugh (with hand over my mouth, at first).

Since Christy had a meeting to attend in a few minutes, I quickly took Morgan and Kegan with me to our house, grabbed the camera, and managed to snap the photos you have either already seen on facebook or what’s on this blog right now. While I was shooting away, I explained to Morgan that we do not use markers on the face. And asked why they decided to use their skin as canvas. “But the Indian’s do this, Mommy. We wanted to be like Indians and fight!” says Morgan. “Sha!” pipes in Kegan. I couldn’t contain the laughter at this point. While I walked Kegan back to his home, we talked about how special paint is used to decorate Indians’s faces, and that one day I would be more than happy to oblige. In the meantime, markers are meant to be used on paper! (Thank goodness for washable markers!)