Taylor has become quite the artist lately. She LOVES to paint. She asks us probably 197 times a day to paint.
Well, thinking I was past the stage in mothering where my toddlers wrote on the wall, I don't have my markers under lock and key anymore. Boy, was that a mistake.
Saturday I gave Taylor a piece of paper and Hays got out a few markers. Taylor drew her picture and brought it to me to hang on the playroom wall. (Big time side-note, Taylor's drawings are all the same. And they all look like a part of the female anatomy. Which cracks me up. Good thing, because they are now on my wall)
I hung it up and walked off.
I couldn't be THAT mad because the way she marked on our faces was pretty funny. It would have been even funnier had she left herself blank.
For some unknown reason Magic Eraser does not work on my walls. It must be the paint and the texture because it does NOTHING.
I tried quite a few things and Fingernail polish remover and acetone seemed to work the best on my doorframes and baseboard. As for the wall...we have to paint over it. Unfortunately one coat is simply not enough.
Sweet Hays, trying to scrub off his sister's artwork from his FAVORITE U.S. map. Lucky for him, it did come off!