Over Easter dinner I let it slip that Wren had coloured on the couch with pen and that I had gotten it off with rubbing alcohol. Now my dear husband, let's call him Columbo, has declared it his mission to find the spot. He thought I said that the alcohol took the colour off the couch. It did not.
I wish I had taken a photo of Wren's handiwork for my own amusement. It was all over the couch cushion. All over. Just like on every TV sitcom I ever saw about when Dad had to take care of the kids by himself. Loops, swirls and squiggles. An intricate design showing true artistry.
Good Luck Columbo, you have been sitting on the spot for months.
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