This is what happens when you put your husband in charge of the kids. Yesterday, while my husband was caring for our 2-year-old son and 3-year-old niece, he let them use sidewalk chalk on our wood floor in the living room. I should have gotten more suspicious when he texted me (while they were all downstairs and I was up in my office, mind you) to ask whether chalk came off wood. They were being quiet, and I was getting work done, so there was no need to disrupt the peace – or so I thought. Needless to say, after I put work to bed and before I put baby to bed last night, I was scrubbing the floor. “As long as you told me it came off, I figured, let them go crazy with the chalk,” said my husband. Right. I guess I should be glad. I was able to work, the kids found a creative way to cure their cabin fever (it’s snowing again, you know), and the chalk did no damage. Next time, however, either the kids or my husband will be doing the scrubbing.