Fast forward to January 16, 2008. Here's the scene: I'm cooking dinner and J is happily coloring with his markers that a friend gave him as part of an art set for Christmas.
(of course he was so cutely engrossed in coloring that I had to take a picture):
That's right. While my back was turned for less than 2 minutes, J colored all over his face, climbed out of his chair without knocking over the art set on his lap or making any sound, came into the kitchen right behind me, and COLORED ALL OVER THE REFRIGERATOR IN PURPLE MARKER. THE REFRIGERATOR THAT WE DON'T OWN. BECAUSE WE DON'T OWN THIS HOUSE.
And being the good mom-blogger that I am, after a little lecture (well, yelling) at J about how we don't color on anything but paper, and look what he did to our fridge, and wait til Daddy sees this, etc...I took a picture of it. What else can you do? Obviously there will be no more markers in this house for a long time.
(Thankfully the markers were true to their advertising and were completely "washable." That is, after about 5 applications of 409 and twenty-seven paper towels.)