So, there they were...father and son playing with the Crayola markers that mummy had been keeping in hiding. Things seemed to be going well...apart from the stray marker stripes on Hayden's arms, hands and face...most of the 'markering' appeared to be happening on the assigned sheet of paper; until daddy announced his need to use the bathroom. After leaving the living room, Hayden promptly followed with a pink marker in his hands. Scratching noises were soon heard happening on the bathroom door along with the cute sounds of "daddy" being called through the door. When daddy was all done, he had a lovely picture to admire on the bathroom door.
And yes, to answer the question, washable markers are washable - thank goodness!!
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Oh dear, is the demon in him coming out - 'at last' I hear Ryan say.
The artist lives!
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