November 11, 2007
James walked into the kitchen this morning with a very serious look on his face. His teeth, lips, and chin were covered in the waxy residue of a black crayloa crayon. His afro was filled with large, sticky chunks of mushed up banana.
Me: Wow James. What happened?
James: Moyee. Cwayons es not fo eating. Bwanas es fo eating. (translastion: Mommy. Crayons are not for eating. Bananas is for eating.)
Me: Well it looks like you learned that the hard way.
Once again, Tuesday's bath just can't come soon enough.