These crayons are amazing. I know because last week I found that Maggie had decorated the ledge that runs around our entire family room with black crayon. I got her a rag and some cleaner and set her to wiping it off and you know what? It came off like a dream. A dream I tell you.
The scene was repeated today with green crayon on the toilet. Came off with a baby wipe.
Now's where you start thinking to yourself, "Why doesn't the woman teach her children not to do that? or at least take away the crayons?" And those are good thoughts. I'm thinking them, too. And if I weren't so darn tired, I might actually act on those thoughts. In the meanwhile, thank you Crayola. You've saved the day again.