I walked into my craft room after realizing the boys-my son and my grandson-both three years old, were not playing in the bedroom. I went looking to find them here and doing what they thought was great fun, all over the craft room floor.
They had all sorts of my ink pads, permanent ink included, out and had rubbed them all over the carpet. Luckily I got to it while it was still semi wet. I was able to get most of it out, but not all of it.
I wanted to cry but didn't.