Marker Love, Washable Love

For Christmas I took the plunge and gave Jessica markers. She would tell you Santa brought them, that's not the case as they were under the tree, but in her mind Santa brought EVERYTHING that came on that special day. She loves her markers. Even more than her past preferred arts. I'm sure it will swing back around but it hasn't yet. Woe to her preschool and kindergarten teachers if it doesn't, as she insists that crayons are "slow" and will only use markers in her work book. None of this really bothers me because about oh gee a year and a half at least now, we've been a washable household. Only washable paints, crayons, and markers. Nothing else. It costs a bit extra yes, but how much is your time worth to you? When she colored on the bedroom all the way down the hall to her bedroom back then...

While coloring on the walls has become a thing of the past with new loves comes a renewed desire to "mark" what's hers. Last night I went around the living room with a damp cloth and wiped away all those marks. That damp cloth was wet with nothing other than a bit of water. What a joy to remove! Call me crazy but one simple wipe of something as completely nontoxic as water is worth every penny.

Next time I'll be buying her the 12 pack!