Okay, now on to the real story: Thatch came home today with some weird stuff on his face. I asked him what it was and he said he didn't want to tell me because I'd be "so mad". Let me tell you one thing about myself (maybe all Mothers in general)...that is not the way to curb my interest. After much reassurance and promises that I wouldn't get mad, I finally got it out of him. It being Blue Friday, he wore his beloved Russell Wilson jersey to school. While there, he decided that he needed eye black out, like other boys were wearing. Thus, my little artist took some black, blue and green markers and drew black out under his eyes and a Seahawk on his cheek. The substitute made him wash it off (she must be routing for the Ain'ts). I asked if he was sent to the principal and he said no, aghast at the notion. I told him I wasn't mad at all and that I thought it was cool and that I'm sure R-Dub (that's how we refer to Good Ol' Russell in this house) would have loved it.
When JY got home Thatch had to be convinced again that he wouldn't be in trouble. When J got the story he gave Thatch a huge high 5 and told him he was proud of how big of a Hawks fan he is.
Here's the remnant of the marker that sparked a post. I get the feeling that we are setting ourselves up to have the kid at the game who only has paint on in 20F weather. We're good with that.
Go Hawks!
Love,
SY
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