When I was 7 I found what I thought was my mom’s sewing marker. The kind that disappears after a few minutes. So I had this wonderful idea, I would draw tracks all over my brothers carpet so we could drive his hot wheels around on them. I had to work fast so we could drive on them before they disappeared. I was pretty excited that we got the whole room done before they disappeared. But after 30 minutes of driving on them and the marker not disappearing I started to get worried. Needless to say, it wasn’t the disappearing marker. Mom and Dad were NOT happy, and worked for hours trying to get it out of the carpet. I’ve never lived it down.
Fast forward 26 years, and this is what I found in my boys room this morning.
No one will fess up to it. Is this karma?
