Post-it #106

I'm not a fan of markers. I try not to have them in the house. Sometimes we do anyway. Morgan got a hold of a dry erase marker one night, and took to decorating the bed with it. So he got to clean it up. It took quite awhile too, since most of his time was spent complaining about how hard it was rather than actually trying.

Not long after this, Owen got up one morning with brown sharpie marker all over his tummy, due to his own night time artistry. I'd been looking for that sharpie. He didn't appreciate the bath and scrubbing.

Beware of markers!