I am still in Canada.
This means the part of me that misses my family lives vicariously through facebook posts, instant messaging, and skype.
My husband is supposed to carefully document what I miss, so I can either long for them terribly and count the days until my return, or laugh maniacally over something while 2000 miles away.
Sunday night was the latter.
A facebook conversation with my husband on Sunday:
CG: The Tackler decided to tattoo himself with marker today. I refused to look at his tattoos to make it clear it was not going to get him attention. No pictures for the same reason.
Me: Um.. with washable marker?
Can’t you sneak a photo?
Or skype with me and I can ignore it? Then I can take a screen shot.
CG: Yes washable. Gone now.
Me: Darn. Lil Diva does that often.
CG: Yeah, this was like a full ironman suit. Legs from ankles to hips, torso, neck, copious arms, face…
Me: AND NO PICTURE! AGH!
You couldn’t have pretended to be on your phone surfing and taken a photo?
How very bloggable.
CG: He figured out how to get it off. Soaking with a towel to release the stuff that had dried or penetrated enough. Just soap/scrub wasn’t enough.
Me: I am still reeling how you managed not to take a single photo.
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The lesson: Next time take a photo so Mommy can admire the artwork from 2000 miles away.
Secretly if possible.
Then make it very clear he isn’t to do it again without permission.
Meanwhile, I am left to my imagination, and much like reading a Stephen King novel, it surely has to be worse than the reality.
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Have you or your children ever decided to use their body as a canvas? Did anyone take a photo?