If you have kids or even if you ever want kids, do yourself this favor:
Get rid of every permanent marker you own. Every one of them. Put them way, way, way up high. So high, in fact, that you yourself need a ladder to get them. Buy a very expensive safe and put them in there. Don't ever tell a single person the combination. Doing so will save you time and money on repainting walls, trying to get marker off finished flooring, baseboards, doors, toys, bedding, rugs, cute little wooden toy bins, children, and animals.
Meet my enemy:
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
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