The Mark of Zorro
For the past month, I have been trying to solve a mystery in our home. It is one that no one will confess to. In this situation, I like to blame it on the escape artist named, “Not me”.
This is what I have found on our bathroom mirror repeatedly over the past month:
It is a handprint. It seems to be small, but then it streaks downwards to make it appear larger. It always appears in this pattern. I have asked all the children who did it. I tried to compare the handprint to each child’s hand size. I frickin’ even measured the kids hands with a ruler and studied the unique one-of-a-kind swirl mark on the fingertips of the imposed mark! (Amazing that I spend all this time doing this, but it’s really annoying that one of my kids won’t fess up! Grrrrr!)
No one admits to it.
It reminds me a little bit of this:
