Sharpies. Normally I can't hurl myself across a room fast enough to remove them from the hands of my little people. You know what happens... they leak through the paper, and always end up somewhere that I would have preferred not to have to scrub and scrub and scrub. Fortunately, I didn't notice that Sarah had picked up the fine tipped red one (that I hadn't put away properly) and before I could spew the words of a nagging mother, I saw it.
This one is worth a lot of scrubbing.
Then, there was Sarah's oruga (caterpillar) that came home from school...beautiful thing.
You'll notice plenty of them already gone...I'll never forget them.
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