I have this little 2 year old boy. I love him. I really do. Some days, I could really give him away. (not really.)
Meet Isaiah:
What's that on his hands? Oh, just a little,
permanent marker. my worst nightmare.....
So, I walk into the kitchen & my sweet (not) 2 year old boy is ON THE TABLE, with marker! Not just any marker, a KING SIZE SHARPIE!! Guess where else the marker was?
So I did what any mother in this day & age would do. I cried help on Pinterest. I found a few questionable ideas. Then I found this. Use a soft damp washcloth & some regular old toothpaste. (Thank you to my dentist for always giving us travel sizes every month. I've got a huge stash now.)
I did a LOT of rubbing. Had to reapply, reapply reapply. Rinse & then use polish to shine it up again. And voila!
You can't even tell it was there! I can't believe it! Isaiah should be very grateful. This may have saved his life. haha. Now, about that marker on his skin...... I wonder if a good ol minty toothpaste bath would do the trick? :)
To that, I'm gonna have a cup of java!
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