What's a mom suppose to do?

While I was trying to put Owen down for his morning nap, I left the boys quietly watching Super Why down stairs. This usually takes me a few minutes and the boys are pretty good about not fighting, getting into our treat cupboard or anything else suspicious. So while I was putting Owen to bed I heard the boys giggling really hard down stairs. Now when my boys giggle like they did this morning I know they are up to no good.
Owen finally went to sleep so I ran down stairs to see what was so funny. Well this is what I saw~




Keaton and Andrew, both with markers in their hands telling me that they didn't do it. So what's a mom suppose to do? Yell, scream, I don't know. I can't tell you how furious I was. I thought I taught my boys better than that. This is not the first time this has happened at our home, and it probably won't be the last but this threw my morning for a loop. I put both of my boys in seperate bedrooms for time out and then I frantically called my dad, because he is the pro at getting any stain out. He reccommended hairspray. So I grabbed my bottle and started spraying away. About a half hour later it started to come out, thank goodness.
So for punishment I told them no WII or playing with friends. They did not like that so hopefully they learned their lesson.
Where was my rescue aid society when I needed them? I vividly remember one hot day in Arizona when we got a call from my sister in law Shauna. She was crying because her kids had spilled finger nail polish all over their carpet and took some scissors to their bedspread. My mother-in-law hurry and jumped in the car and came to her aid, singing R E S C U E, rescue aid society, off the Rescuers Down Under. Remember that cute show? Well that is what we were that day. Now, where was mine when I needed one? Oh well.
Thanks to everyone who emailed me, called or left messages for me on how to take that stuff out. It was no fun, but it finally came out.