The Flying Marker

Charlie came upstairs last night at 9:30 after being put to bed. He was carrying his art bag that is full of all his art supplies.  When we asked him what he was doing, he informed us that his hand was blue. He lifts up his hand and his palm and fingers are all colored blue with marker. Here is our conversation


Mommy: What happened to your hand?
Charlie: It is all blue.
Mommy: How did that happened?
Charlie: The marker did it.
Mommy: The marker did it? You had nothing to do with it?
Charlie: No, the marker did it.
Mommy: The marker flew out and colored your hand.
Charlie: Yes.
Mommy: Your other hand wasn't touching the marker as it was doing this.
Charlie: No


The next morning he has cereal spilled all over his bedroom floor. When I asked him what happened, the marker spilled them.