Name Your Poison

They all have one. My oldest daughter was a climber. One son needed to play with water and another one put things in his mouth all the time.  This one writes on the walls. All of them. All the time. We go through Magic Erasers around here like nobody’s business around here. This was my penalty for watching 5 minutes of The Blind Side. In a gesture to irony, while his sister and I were scrubbing this off the walls downstairs, he was drawing on the walls upstairs with crayon.

Suck Factor of 7+ (He gets the plus because, while Expo markers come off of a white board with ease, they don’t come off a wall).