Code Red

Well, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. Perhaps I am lucky that this is the first time. Tonight, as I hastily prepared dinner and neglected to keep a watchful eye on my youngest toddler, tragedy struck. Okay, maybe not tragedy, but it ain't good. After an unusually quite period, Catelynn reappeared in the kitchen COVERED IN RED MARKER! Her hands were gloved in red, large streaks across her bare legs, and one blot in the middle of her forehead. I grabbed a washcloth and started scrubbing her when it hit me: if there was this much red marker on her, where else was it? I headed upstairs to the bonus room and found red scribbled on both the couch and the futon, as well as some clothing and throw pillows. I grabbed the writing utensil in question and was relieve to see it said "washable." Washable my tokhes! If by washable they mean, "you had better start saving for a new sofa," then yes, it is washable. Most of the color came out of the clothes, and after a good bath or two, Cate will be back to her normal color, but the furniture is another story. I guess for the time being, we will turn the pillows over and call it a day. Just a little collateral damage in the childrearing process.