Matt came up to me as I was having my midmorning break at the computer.
"Libby is cleaning up her marker mess."
Major alarm bells began ringing. "what marker mess?"
"the one she made." Three alarm situation here.
Last night I labeled a Christmas box with a red marker before I took it down to the basement. (Ok, so Steve took that one, but I took some of the others.) Aparently, I neglected to put the marker away.
In five minutes my lovely two year old had managed to decorate her own face and hands, a major portion of the dining table, both media cabinets, a laundry basket, and the TV. Luckily it was a dry erase so the TV is safe. We're not talking about the table. Good thing I like red.