One evening when I was hurrying to make dinner before having to dash out of the house, Bart alerted me to the fact that Drake was very quiet, which is always reason for suspicion. We found him drawing with a pencil on the linoleum at the edge of the kitchen floor. It was one of those moments where I knew I could either cry or laugh (that hysterical near-crying laugh). So I just took the pencil away from Drake and told him we would talk about it when Dad got home. The result was we decided Drake would clean up his own mess with....ta-da: a magic eraser!
Lo and behold, it got up every mark and Drake learned how to clean up after himself.
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