Some of you may know that I have what I call "vein issues" during my pregnancies. This time around I did the research and run around to get the prescription strength compression socks, which my insurance so kindly paid for. Most of the time my legs don't even see the human eye, let alone the light of day. Sorry, if you think I'm gross but I've given up shaving my legs as well. What's the point? I made the real effort to shave for St. Valentine's Day, though.
Every-once-in-awhile I'll inspect the damage of my lower legs, ankles, and feet and each time they are more colorful, more puffy and bumpy, and it really does look like a toddler took a marker to my legs!
Pete was in the bathroom with me as I got in the shower this morning. He saw my legs and exclaimed, "Oooh, color!"
I chuckled a bit and said under my breathe, "Ya, does it look like someone colored on my legs with a marker? That's what happened." I said it kind of sarcastically, thinking, I only WISH that was it and I could just wash it all off.
While I was doing my hair, I hear Pete coming up the stairs. As he rounds the corner into my view, I see he has his pant leg pulled up.
He said, "Color!"
Sure enough, in effort to be like his mom, Pete drew with a blue dry erase marker on both his legs. Funny thing, though, is that it looks amazingly similar to mine. The color, the location, the design...this kid is a genius!