Lightsabers and Lollipops

now what do you think this is?

this.
this is trouble.
trouble caused by my two year old son.
let's set up the situation:

Sunday.
wifey had to go to target to buy things. things we like.
so i was in charge of the kiddos.
i put in the movie Happy Feet cuz the girl wanted to watch it.
and the boy, well he barely pays attention to the TV unless Dora is struttin her stuff on screen.
so he was playing with various items around the room.
i was trying to get some things done around the house and make sure the kids didn't set the place on fire.
the boy was playing with his vacuum cleaner while i was dusting the entertainment center.
i kept turning around to check on him to make sure that's all he was doing.
then i smelled something stronger than the furniture polish.

...it was permanent black marker.

he had done all of this wonderful artwork in 20 seconds.
i kid you not.

i'm in shock and panic all at the same time.

i take the marker and throw it back in the drawer while screaming how i am so dead and that "your mommy" is gonna kill me. all the while saying things like "NO MARKER" and "BAD."

and get this.
while i'm calling wifey on her cell phone to beg pre-forgiveness and ask how can i treat this so that someday it will be presentable again, he got out the marker and added TWO MORE LINES!!!

i was chided for putting the marker back where he found it. makes sense now....

oh and when i called wifey i had her worried cuz the tone my voice was in a state of horror and panic. i started off with, "he was only two feet away from me, and it took him 20 seconds, and i don't know what to do..." etc.
so after i explained the situation she told me what to spray on it and not to do anything else. period.

the marker in question came from the blue table/drawer that you see on the side here. it replaced the older unpainted one that had a drawer that sticks. well, this new drawer slides open easily and noiselessly, a fact which my son took advantage of. two feet from the top of this picture is the entertainment center, which is where i was standing while all this took place.
good parenting, i know.

well, that's the story for now. someday i may have a flashback and tell you how this is an Earl-Like karmic retribution for decorating my dad's den using a rubber stamper with his company's logo on it....


meow!