I have my very own version of Wreck-it Ralph living at my apartment.

Except his name is Clark.

Clark got an invitation to play in a city league basketball team. 

Requirement: Dark shirt with a number on it.

Naturally, Clark decided to get a white Sharpie and write on a dark shirt he currently owned.

On my coffee table.

Without something to protect it.
Clearly the excitement of playing basketball clouded his judgement.

And yes, this is permanent.

And it just keeps getting better.

This morning, Clark needed to iron part of his shirt for school.

Who needs an ironing board when you have the back of the couch right?

NEWSFLASH

Our couch has nylon in it.

Nylon melts under heat.

Hello couch cover and new iron.
But I doubt I can talk him into a new coffee table.