This morning, Justin was up and out early to go skiing with my mom, leaving Robbie in my capable hands. Around 8:00, Robbie got out of bed to use the bathroom. I should have known it was too quiet, but I was so enjoying the few minutes of peace before it would be time to get ready for church. And then, all too suddenly, it was over.
I rolled over as Robbie came back in the bedroom and sucked my breath in as I took in the sight before me. Robbie’s face was covered in black marker. Circles and circles around his face. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry – I tried to contain my desire to do both and wound up shaking so hard that the camera couldn’t get a clear picture. I pulled him into the bathroom to try to figure out exactly what to do (this particular marker came from Chinese school, and we’ve had an experience like this before; the marker loves skin). As I evaluated, I asked Robbie what he had been thinking as he decorated his face, assuming there had been no real plan.
“I’m a pirate, Mom. See, here’s my ‘stache and my beard. I look kinda like a pirate.”
“Ah, yes. I see. And what about the marker on your forehead.”
“Oh. That’s my face mask.”
“Very thorough, Robbie. And don’t you think you look a little ridiculous?”
“Oh, no. I look like a pirate. I look great!”
And so, all day, we went around with faded, smeared marker on Robbie’s face. At one point, I said, “You look kind of like Captain Robert.”
As he skipped along the sidewalk beside me, Robbie proclaimed, “No, I’m not kinda like Captain Robert. I AM Captain Robert.”