The Pen

"Brady????? What ch'ya do'n?"

"Just check'n some email."

"I swear"

"Don't you believe me?"

"I may have drawn all over my face, but pretty sure it's Mallory's fault."

"I'm too cute for you to be mad!"

There is only one time I am worried about Brady.....when it's quiet. Silence usually means trouble and today proved to be no different. I was cleaning up the kitchen and helping Mallory with breakfast when Brady decided to do some office work. He checked a couple emails, facebooked his ladies and then fined tuned his writing skills. He is terribly worried that his generation will forget about good'ol fashion pen and ink, that they will never know the pure joy of connecting utensil to paper or in this case chin and cheek. When he couldn't find a post it he quickly improvised and used the closest surface he could find. So there you have it. A fine exercise in perfect pen artistry, font a la Brady. From the expressions on his face you can almost read the conversation.

On a side note I am super pumped that he got the cap off the pen and put it back on. This also turned out to be a fine, fine motor exercise.