Come one! Come all! Come see the Bearded Baby of Brea!
Ezra is an expert pen-finder. No matter how diligent I am about making sure all writing utensils are put away he daily finds one and writes all over himself.
This picture is from last night at our friend’s house. Luckily it was a non-toxic marker and not a Sharpie, as I’d first suspected. After two washings it’s finally faded to a dull shadow.
Does this mean he’ll be tatooed like his daddy?