This past Saturday night my oldest daughter (one of those people that you must always think two steps ahead of) must not have been able to sleep. Sunday morning as I was practicing an offertory for church my son came in and sat on the couch behind me and started talking. "Mom, I had to go to the bathroom at 3:00 this morning. When I was washing my hands and looked in the mirror, this is what I saw." When he said that, I turned around to a dejected looking eleven year old boy with a blue handle bar mustache on his face. WHAT! Come to find out, she also got one of her other sisters. As I sat there and lectured her, I started laughing because this was just too funny. I could totally picture myself doing this to someone. I just wish her timing had been better. Trying to get rid of blue marker before going to church is not fun.
