A couple of nights ago, I went in to kiss the boys goodnight before I went to bed, as I do every night. I immediately cracked up because Jack Henry was shirtless, and that was not how he went to bed. My momentary amazement at his skills switched to panic pretty quickly. Of course, it was dark in his room, but I noticed a weird mark on his sheet that I knew wasn’t there earlier in the day, because I’d just changed his sheets. Matt had put him to bed while I was out for a run, so I hadn’t seen the crib at bedtime.
Anyway, I was a little alarmed, because in the dark on a red sheet*, it looked like a big circle of blood. I rolled him over and his face looked fine, but I still couldn’t help but wonder what the heck that was. He often takes a book to bed, so I thought maybe he’d drooled on a page and something had rubbed off?
I situated him on his pillow, and then I saw it – his knee was covered in some really strange rash or cuts or something (keep in mind that I’m still doing my sleuthing via the glow of the nightlight and a flashlight). I hollered for Matt, who first laughed at his shirtlessness, and then despite the fact that our boy was sleeping, just turned on the light to solve our mystery.
When we realized what it was, Matt said, “Go get the camera.”
Matt remembered wiping a bit of marker off his cheek before bed, but apparently he missed seeing the knees. I guess when Jack Henry started to sweat in his bed, it just wore off a little!
*In case there are any parents-to-be or parents redecorating a nursery reading this: do not ever buy red crib sheets. Horrible idea. How often do you wash red stuff?