OK, I put Rhone to bed at 8. He has come downstairs four or five times for various reasons ("I need another hug," "I need another kiss"). Just now he came downstairs to tell me that his bed is having a hard time with him. That's when we noticed that he's been getting into the office supplies on my mom's desk, which is right there in the room.
Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face when looking at your offspring and saying "Son, white-out is not mascara" ?
I tried scrubbing at it with a wet washcloth, and I tried olive oil, but it won't come off. Won't even budge. Thank the gods we don't have a family portrait scheduled any time soon!