It was awful quiet in there.

I’ve been busy with the kitchen cupboards. Charlotte must have been feeling ignored.

She did a little artwork with a red marker. On the coffee table, on the furniture, on the couch. She was destroyed when I had to inform her in no uncertain terms that I did not like her drawings.

Never fear, though. All we keep around here are Crayola. It’ll wash.

Today’s wash dictates otherwise.

You know those dry erase markers, kept in the kitchen drawer, out of reach of littles?

They aren’t in the drawer. The drawer is in the shop, being painted.

They are in a basket in the kitchen. On the floor.

Except the red one. That one’s up and missing.

Anyone have a good trick for making permanent less permanent? Shout, Tide, Lestoil… I’m plumb out of tricks. My couch begs for your help.