(when I referenced it here) I will tell the story of the one time in my life that I was naughty. (My parents read my blog, so I'm sure they will attest to this - I was only naughty once. ;)
This happened when I was, oh... about six years old, and my brother would have been four. I had this lovely new package of markers. (Do you remember the thrill of having new crayons or markers when you were little?!) My brother and I (and my memories may be a little sketchy here, because let's face it, I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. This was 24 freaking years ago!) sat at a little table downstairs with my new markers, and I proceeded to color his entire hand purple! The whole thing! Bright purple.
Needless to say my mother wasn't happy with me. My poor defenseless brother (the victim in all of this) had to take several long baths to soak the purple off his hand. As for me, my mom took my brand new markers away from me. I was heartbroken.
But you see, I was just a victim of the influence of evil children's programming. Does anyone remember the bit on Sesame Street where Bert's hand is purple? I don't remember why it was purple. The whole bit was something about him covering it up with a glove or something.... Anyway, it was this episode that inspired my "art".
There is a lesson to be learned here. Sesame Street is the devil's work - obviously. How else would such a sweet little girl be brought to reek such havoc on her little brother?
Oh, and just incase your question in all of this is the same as Ella's was, I don't know what became of the markers. My mom probably still has them somewhere. I'm sure she hesitates giving them back to me for fear that I might dye my husband's foot green. (Hey! That would be cool!!)
