So, Mr. Fingers walks into my room wearing a different set of clothes then what he was wearing earlier, and brown marker all over his face. My first reaction was frustration. "You are old enough now to use a marker with out getting it all over yourself," I said.
He just looks at me.
"Why have you changed your clothes?" I asked. "That isn't what you were wearing a minute ago."
He just looks at me.
"Go wash off....." -then it hits me.
"Are you pretending to be The Brain?" I asked.
He nods his head.
Then I laughed.
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