Post Script

I found out the hard way, after my burst of creative energy all over my tile floor, that kids need to be told that Crayola window markers and black Sharpies are not interchangeable. For several minutes on Saturday morning I was sure I was going to be paying our landlady for the replacement of 16 tiles. Thank God for floor cleaner, hairspray, and Soft Scrub. Too bad I didn't talk to my mom before I tried all those, because she cleverly suggested Mr. Clean Magic Erasers. Those are golden. I'll save those for the next time I hope never comes. I'm pretty sure Ethan learned his lesson after watching me scrub the floors for 1/2 hour.