Tuna the Terrible?

Tuna has moved on from destroying computers to "tagging" property. Walls, toys, anything he sees is fair game. We've tried to hide all the markers and crayons, but he seems to keep finding them. I blame the girls. They can't remember to put their things away and Lord knows that's not my fault. This is the result of their forgetfulness thus far:

Two separate living room walls. (Luckily, our house is a dump that needed to be repainted anyway. )

And the worse offense so far...Dad's movie case. (Yes, he has this many movies and yes, he loves them as much as he loves the children)

You should have been here when Aaron saw the movie case. He was upset, to say the least. Add to that, the water on the computer, and you can imagine his frustration. I think he was actually angry. At Tuna, which almost never happens. He said "I do not remember the girls destroying this much crap. Do you?" I sat for a few seconds and then said the first thing that came to mind. "Honey, you have to know that, anything with a penis is going to be a hassle." I thought that was rather clever. Aaron was not amused. He said "If that's the case, let's just throw him out."

I bet we won't though...would you throw him out?

Me either.

(Sidenote: This story reminded me of my little brother, Bo. One time, when we were little, he wrote all over something (wall or a tray, can't remember), "Bo did it. Bo did it. Bo did it." And when my mom asked him if he did it, he said "No," and tried to blame me. Which proves my point: Anything with a penis is trouble.)