Here is the picture that he was very busy with.
I was just happy that he was doing something that didn't involve my saying "Shush!" or "Stop Talking!" every 20 seconds.
The presentation took several minutes, so he was able to fill pretty much the whole entire paper.
(we won't try to analyze what the picture is all about. He is a little Boy, after all . . . )
Pretty much all the way out to the edges . . .
Especially in the upper half of the right-hand side. All the way to the edge.
Past the edge!
And all the way onto my cream skirt!
Right in the middle of the front!
(Of course I was wearing my favorite light colored skirt!)
Oh. My. Goodness.
I looked at the ink, and then at him, and he looked at me, and at my skirt, and back at me. I have never seen him look so scared before.
I just looked at him, I am sure with the meanest face EVER, since he still looked totally petrified!
So, what could I do?
We were in the middle of the chapel, singing the sacrament hymn by now.
I am sure the spirit must have been with me when I just started grinning at him.
What a relieved little face!
He grinned right back, and we snickered (reverently) together through the rest of the hymn.
I sure do love that little guy . . .
We won't mention how during the last two hours after we left the chapel, I just either sat with a Sunbeam on my lap, or kept moving and never stood still while I was doing my duties in Primary . . . just a blur so that no one would notice my creatively adorned skirt!
(any tried and true methods for getting ink out of 62% Polyester / 34% Rayon / 4% Lycra?
Didn't think so)