This story is best told as a series of photos, or a pictorial rendition with captions, if you will.
We begin our story with:
The victim: A.k.a. Ms. Moon. She smiles though it all, the trials and tribulations of being the baby (and only) sister to four brothers. Her dedication to her health is evidenced by her commitment to "an apple a day..." even in the face of adversity. And although her smile shines through, the masses agree that "Crayola Goth" probably isn't the best look for this blonde, blue-eyed beauty...
and then we move on to:
The Perpetrator: A.k.a. Rigatoni. Notice the tell-tale signs of guilt: the casual, relaxed pose, ear-to-ear smile, the green marker drawings on his hands (which, incidentally, continue right up both of his arms under those innocent looking sleeves). This three-year-old beams at the camera, seemingly oblivious to the severity of his crime. I bet he sleeps like a baby at night too. Yup, right on both counts. He totally rocks and he knows it.
Having identified the victim and the perpetrator, we then uncover:
The weapons recovered at the crime scene (a.k.a. my living room floor). Bagged with CSI Mom precision. Our team of crack(pot) investigators determined, following a quick examination of both parties that the black Crayola marker was primarily the weapon of choice, but green, orange and yellow were also found on the Perp's body (not the actual markers, mind you, but the actual ink) Oye vy.
But, not to worry. This crime spree has a happy ending:
Forgiveness and redemption. Although still marred by her pseudo-Emo-Marilyn-Mason-on-a-bad-day cosmetic transformation, Ms. Moon forgives her big brother and seals it with a kiss. She would not however, share her apple with him. This forgiveness stuff only goes so far, people.
The End.
(Or probably more accurately, to be continued often over the next the upcoming years…)
[…] as soon as he got home he coloured his leg and brand new sock with another one of those damned Crayola markers – […]