Me: “Hey… Whats the deal with the writing all down the inside of your leg? That looks like a whole paragraph.”

Danger Monkey, age 10: “It’s the rules for the new role playing game I’m creating.”

Me: “OK, that sounds cool, but why write on your leg?”

DM: “I ran out of room on my arms.” (pulls up sleeves)

Me: “Good god, son. That’s a lot of ink. Why are you writing all over your skin?”

DM: (puzzled look)

DM: “It’s the only paper that’s always with me.”

(long pause)

Me: “Can’t argue with that. Carry on.”