The Pen is Mightier than the Tantrum

It finally happened. We have a kid that ruins our lives with permanent markers. The other day, Eden declared she had to go upstairs to poop. She was taking an unusually long time, so I went to check on her. Exhibit A is why I hadn't seen her in awhile. And probably why she was so quiet. She made a pit stop in the hallway to "draw hearts" on every. Single. Wall. In the hallway. Let me tell ya, Magic Eraser only works if you have the strength of a mountain lion and 4 hours of time to yourself. Looks like we're painting this summer.

Exhibit A.

Exhibit B. happened two days later! I came home from the gym around 7am to the whole house asleep...except for Eden. She brightly sang, "Good morniiiiiinnng!!!" as she ran away into the kitchen. She became very upset that I tried to clean her "hearts" off of the brand new recliner. You guys, always get the kid/pet warranty when you get new furniture. It's going to save us all the moneys. 

Exhibit B.

I have NO idea where Eden kept getting these markers! I hid them in places where even I need a chair to reach them. I didn't even know we had more than one dried-out black one. I even hide the washable markers from her, because she thinks she's the next Ink Master and practices her art on herself and her dolls. I'm going to lose my mind here. Maybe I'll just let Eden draw me another one.