Yesterday, Grace decided to organize all of her back-to-school supplies. For her binder, which is very plain, she decided to decorate a sheet of paper and slide it into the front.
Imagine my surprise when I looked at the kitchen table this morning and saw this:
I immediately called Grace to the kitchen. I had the sinking feeling I knew what her answer to my next question would be, but I had to ask anyway.
"WHICH marker did you use to decorate your paper yesterday??"
My suspicions were confirmed. She'd used one of the Sharpies from my computer desk. Of ALL of the bajillion (washable) markers we have in the house, she grabbed one of two Sharpies from my desktop.
Did I say that we have a cajillion-zillion WASHABLE markers, sitting in a bucket just three feet away??
After trying to help Grace scrub her mark off the table with one of the sprays from his shop, I told Gordon to just leave it be. I'll have to get used to seeing it there. Maybe one day I'll refinish the table.
Gordon joked that, "Well, this means that Grace will have to take this when she moves out on her own."
Grace didn't understand at first, so we explained that since she'd left her mark on it, that it would have to be hers eventually. (I quickly cautioned that she had BEST NOT leave her name anywhere else!)
Grace suddenly smiled and said, "Well, I guess William's gonna get the house -- he's left his name all over it!"
She's right. There are lots of spots like this piece of door frame: