That's what I thought he said

I got these supposedly washable markers for my son, let him play with them, freaked over the amount of ink that was coming out when he handled them, and put them on the kitchen counter where he couldn't reach (or see) them.

I didn't mention the markers to my husband, who later turned up with ink on his nice, conservative, with-matching-tie work shirt.

My nice, conservative, with-matching-tie husband explained: "I didn't know what they were. So I was shaking them and squeezing them and rubbing their soft little heads. Then I realized the soft part was a marker and I was like, Drop it like it's hot!"

I spit out my drink.

Where did he learn that?!