Coloring around our house usually means crayons. Colored pencils are usually saved for a quiet-at-church privilege. Markers, well, markers scare me. For some reason, my boys cannot open and close markers without getting ink on their shirts. Drives me crazy! Therefore, I very rarely pull them out.
However, for family night we were making Thank You notes for our bishop who was released. I thought markers would be nicer than crayons. Sigh.
Rusty looked down at his hands after we had cleaned up all the markers and thank you notes. He said, “Wow! I’m filthy!”
Perhaps not filthy, son, but definitely colorful!