The teal emergency

Last Friday, I was talking to a coworker when a call came from my nine-year-old daughter. Her bookmark that she made had been besmirched by a water stain. I suggested she make a new one. "I can't," she replied, "because APPARENTLY the teal mark is all dried up."

"Just use a different color," I said unwittingly.

That's when she got really upset. "No!" she huffed. 

Apparently (now I know where she gets her vocabulary) this was an artiste's (you add the "e" and pronounce it ar-TEEST when said artist is a persnickety one) creation, and no sorta-blue-green kind of colored marker would do.

So I calmly inquired what brand of markers she was using. She told me. I said I would stop by at the store on the way home to see if they had that brand.

"I highly doubt it," she said. "These markers are old. They probably don't make this kind anymore."

"We'll see," I responded.

At this point, I have to point out that we probably have so many dried up markers in our house, I could build an outhouse with them all. Nevertheless, I dutifully stopped at the store on my way home from work. And there they were, in all their glory: The markers in the 16-pack with that ever-important teal colored marker. It didn't just say "teal" either. It was like "terribly-tenacious-total-takeover-teal." (Okay, it wasn't that bad, but that's the way I felt looking for it!)

I got home and plopped the markers on the table saying something like, "Found 'em!"

She looked at them, nodded and continued doing what she was doing.

Apparently, the teal emergency just was not THAT much of an emergency.

I just turned around and said, "Thanks, Mom!!!"

A small, sheepish, "Thank you, Mom!" quickly followed.

And the new bookmark? Pretty nice. But to be honest, I thought the one with the watermark looked more "artsy." Shh! don't tell the artiste!

Dawn