There's nothing like a permanent marker to put me on edge. That would be a permanent marker in a 5 year old's hands. I even went to hiding them after CSR wrote on his bedroom wall, the counter and a slat in the living room blinds. Of course, it turns out I must not be very good at hiding things. I can't find a marker when I want one and CSR seems to have a stash he's willing to dip into to help me out. I stress "loan" because he hovers around until I give it back. We must have a hundred pens, markers and crayons for the kids to use whenever they want, so what is it with the Sharpie? Forbidden fruit?
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