The result was a very purple, very official boy. Because this is permanent ink, I wrote his shirt off as ruined. Then, on my way to the bathroom trash, I spied this:
I remembered a trick that my resourceful mom taught me: no ink can resist hairspray (well almost no ink). So, we sprayed it, and look! After just a few minutes, it's on it's way to clean again, and off to the wash.
It did later come all the way out, no picture, though. I'm not so patient, after all.
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