Earlier today I was watching a little television while Adriana was asleep (X-Play on G4 TV if you're curious) and I saw this commercial for these drawing utensils designed for little hands and fingers. Here is a pic of what I saw:

Now I normally don't just run out of the house and buy something I saw on television, but this was an exception. The markers are washable with soap and water from walls, clothes, dogs, whathaveyou. I thought "Man! Adriana would LOVE to play with these things!" Actually, they looked like a lot of fun for me to play with too, but whatever, nothing but the best for my little girl! So after lunch, I scooped her up and we departed across town to the only place in town I could think of that would carry these awesome looking markers: Walmart.

20 minutes later we arrive at our destination. To be honest, I have NEVER seen this many...um...overweight, no uberweight people in a long, long time. I actually felt out of place, but then I remembered that I was at Walmart and I felt better. I wove my way through the throngs of shoppers and eventually found myself in the crayola aisle. Holy crap. It was like I was 4 years old all over again. Every type of crayola utensil imaginable. It was like a pre-pubescent Picasso's dream. I had to really focus to just pick up the markers I came for. It was like I was being controlled by some unseen force telling me I needed double-sided markers. My daughter can barely hold a pencil, let alone draw with a crayon. But I can. I can draw with the best of them. I made a mental note to come back at a future date and by the hell outta some crayola markers.

Anyway, I walked to the cashier, payed for my wares, and exited with a huge smile on my face. Back at home, I sat Adriana down on the floor, broke out the markers, and grabbed some paper. Adriana snatched the balls of ink from my hands and went to town. Then came the flood. It seemed like all it took was minimal force and these so-called markers let loose their contents all over the paper. Not in a smooth line, but in a torrent of red, green, and brown?(WTF, brown?) I looked at the box they came in and tried to read if there were some sort of instructions on use while Adriana giggled in playful glee. At the very bottom corner read "Made in China." Dammit. Now I have an ink-covered daughter, a messy floor, and more cheap overseas products in my house. Well, at least the ink was washable with soap and water.