It’s Called “Permanent” For A Reason

Mar 22, 2009 by winjaw

Unbeknownst to me, No. 3 son decided not only to get a moustache, but a goatee as well.

Pretty proud he was too, until he studied my face a little more.

“Caleb (that would be No. 1 son) did it!”

“It” was hand-drawn. With a permanent marker. On a five-year-old. Goatee and a moustache complete with swirls – lots and lots of swirls. So I march No. 3 with me and we go find No. 1 and I start the parental inquisition.

“What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s a permanent marker!”

“I didn’t know.”

And all this time I’m trying to keep a straight face because it’s probably the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time. I’m dying.

And I’m just about to break out in laughter when the Little Black Dress sees it and the first thing she asks is if it’s permanent and I say “yes” and she gives me that “What are YOU going to do about it look” and suddenly things aren’t quite as funny anymore and I realize I’d better do something really, really quick because No. 3 son suddenly asks “does this mean I’m not me anymore?” and he’s starting to get a little paranoid and the Little Black Dress is definitely not smiling.

Wow, that was a long sentence.

So off to the sink we go and we scrub and scrub and thank God it comes off – there must be some time-release formula in it.

And after looking in the mirror No. 3 exclaims “I’m me again.”

And the Little Black Dress smiles.

So the earth is back on its axis.

For now.