Someone gave Owen these cute Peeps soaps for Easter last year, so I ferreted them away until the beginning of Lent this year. Turns out they fit Owen's hands so perfectly he's inspired to write on the windows and mirrors with them. No sooner do I clean an upstairs mirror than I find Owen has tagged the downstairs windows. It's not making me too crazy. I mean, my right eye has been twitching for two weeks, but other than that I'm good.
And then I get my favorite magazine this month and discover they condone this type of behavior. The nerve.