Robby is really into writing his name right now. He is very proud that has finally mastered the "r", knows the right way to make a "b", how to do that tricky y. "Robby" he writes at any chance he has. We see it on paper after paper, all over his school folder, he wants to write his own name tags, and any other opportunity he has.
A few weeks back, Ray had found it humorous to write "Wash Me" on the back of the Yukon. This irritates Michael to no end. The boys and I got to hear all about how not only does it look stupid, it also scratches the paint.
I washed the Yukon, but it is a dark color, and in no time at all, there was a nice layer of dust on it again. As we were climbing out at church the other day, I happened to notice there were more letters fingered into the dust.
"Hey, guys, who wrote on the Yukon?"
"Not me," "I didn't do it," quickly responded two innocent faced little boys. One of the two, however, looked a little too wide-eyed and innocent. You, know "the cat who just swallowed the canary" kind of look.
"Really? Are you sure about that Rob? It looks like it says R-o-b-b-y. Why would someone else write your name on our truck?"
Gulp. Smirk.
Maybe next time he'll at least think to write something else. If he's really smart, he'll eventually come up with writing his brother's name. But I'm not about to offer that suggestion.
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