It was all. Over. My. White. Jeans. I know, I know. Mothers of many children (or at least of young children) should not wear white anything. Anywhere.
I went home quickly and tried to remedy the situation. I tried the hairspray trick, and it lightened the red (turned it bright pink, actually). I tried two other solutions, washing well between. There is definitely less ink on my white jeans now, but it is still there enough that I can't really wear them.
To someone else, they might just be pants. But I only have two pair of jeans (and one is a worn, thrift-store find), and a couple of scruffy pair of sweatpants. This loss constitutes a major portion of my wardrobe.. And I liked those jeans. They fit. Sigh.
I do like being a mom, even at times like this. Really.