My eyes go wide. Indeed, son, it is.
I hang my head and stifle a laugh at his serious demeanor.
(Is this green marker on hands run amok or what?!)
Deep breath. "Son, how did this happen?"
Again, very serious: "I don't know, mom. I just looked down and my whole hand was green".
**we scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed. The shade of green lighten a fair amount. I still have no idea how he so thoroughly dyed his skin, but it matched his shirt well so we figured we could send him to school regardless.
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He has his holidays mixed up. You had better get your Halloween decorations up so he won't think it is St. Patrick's Day.
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