There once was a tiger named Evan. Halloween of 2007. I was thrilled to have that little roaring machine back then. However.........

This little roar-er was not my cup a tea the other morning!

Vienna went on a bit of a black PERMANENT marker spree the other day before I even opened my eyes. She got the cushion on the couch (luckily old playroom couch), she tagged the kids table and chairs in the playroom, her PJ's, a brand new toy, her arm, and you guessed it her little brother!!

I asked her why she coloured on her little brother and she said "Seger wanted to be a tiger" I then had to ask, already knowing the answer, "Did Seger want to be a tiger? or did you decide for him?" Vienna replied "I decided for him". Lovely! She even told me how he didn't like having it done. Swell!

We did manage to get the marker off and all before Dad returned from hunting. By off I mean still there but, I had Vienna scrub the wooden chair with different remedies, some her idea, until she understood that it WOULDN'T come off. All while me and the boys had some fun making muffins (My Mom's idea. She really saved Vienna's bacon, and talked me off the ledge that day) Vienna thought we should use the industrial scrub brush to get it off Seger's face. So we tried it on her arm first. I think she got the message! Seger had some faint marks the rest of the day, but I guess now he knows what it's like to be a tiger!
Anyways the table and chair could use a coat of paint.... winter project I guess. I'm laughing about it now. But I wasn't then!