Yesterday afternoon I noticed Elizabeth sitting on the floor concentrating hard on an art project. I did a a double take and screamed in horror.
Her art project was my floor.
When I sent her to her room, she had the nerve to look surprised.
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Yikes! Magic Eraser to the rescue. Right? RIGHT?
Oh boy, that's rough. I remember those days. Hope it cleans up.
That's what rugs are for?
Sometimes, things get ruined in my house and I just throw them away and think, oh well, one less thing to worry about. Sometimes, I throw a momtrum.
I'm resigned to the fact that my house is an a art project. But the boy still gets washable crayons and markers.
I feel your pain.
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