...possibly more than I love certain of my children.
Yesterday, #5 (the boy) decided, while I was teaching piano, that it would be funny to chase his sister and her friend around the house--and tag them with peanut butter. When I went in the family room a half hour later, I was horrified to discover streaks and hand prints of peanut butter all over my new couches!!! Lucky for him, I was able to wipe it off with a wet wash cloth and the microfiber "repelled" the oil, so I didn't have to inflict bodily injury.
I have to admit, he was just as easy to clean too...and he is cuter than my sofas...so I guess I still love him. But if he ever takes scissors to those couches, watch out!