I do love Magic Erasers. I stopped buying them because I wondered what was in them that made them so magical… probably not non-toxic nor earth-friendly. :)

But as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

My son is a maniac. Oh, how I love him. But he is a maniac.

In the past week he tried his hand at decorating:

And apparently he was skimming through my new book from John MacArthur and felt he should highlight some key points:

Oh, and did I mention that he broke the window in our mudroom door by line-driving a small plastic ball with major-league skill?

That door is original to our 1914 house, so I figure it has been there for 95 years. 95 years – 2 world wars, the Great Depression… and my 19 month old son demolishes it with a small plastic ball from his “pound n’ roll.”

Anyway.

This week necessitated a trip to refill my supply of magic erasers. (Yay for the $1.00 off coupon in the 8/30 paper insert!) :) I bought two boxes. Call me a cynic, but I don’t really think those will be the last marks I scrub off the wall.

And by the way – I LOVE magic erasers for getting the textured bottom of the bathtub clean!

Now, if only the magic eraser could magically fix the window…

And maybe dinner.

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