or should I say "art" with a Sharpie? Keaton beat us out the door this morning. Nothing new there. As soon as his clothes and shoes are on, he grabs his book bag and cuts a trail. When I finally got Connor and myself out the door this morning, this is what we found.
This is the passenger side armrest:
and the back of the driver's seat.
WHY CAN'T I FIND A SHARPIE WHEN I WANT ONE?!?!?
You never know what we'll find around here.
Until next time,
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