I’ve heard my mommy talk about Mr. Sketch markers before. She says that they’re her favorite markers ever and one of the first things she bought with her money when she was working at a stationary store when she was in high school. She says that she loves how they smell like different fruits.
Yesterday morning when mommy was working at her desk, I went into the drawer underneath the tv in the playroom, and guess what I found? That’s right! Mr. Sketch markers! I found the purple one first, and luckily my big brother forgot to put the cap on it, so I could smell it. Mommy was right – it does smell good. It smells yummy … so yummy that I had to taste it.
Then Mommy saw what I was up to, and she came and took it away from me. She said something about me being Dennis the Menace in a girl body or something. Who’s Dennis the Menace? Then she said something about me being a little monkey. I started clapping when I heard that – I love monkeys! And then before I knew it, we were heading upstairs to wash off my hands (both of them!), my cheeks and my mouth. I love water! And Mr. Sketch markers, just like my Mommy. But I don’t think she’s going to let me play with them again.