The first grade class I volunteer with complained when they received bad crayons (i.e. non-Crayola crayons) when someone else did the shopping. I understood their tiny request. Other crayons simply don't color or have the same wax consistency. I would carefully select Crayola when I was little (heck, I still do when the color bug strikes me!). If only my worries still consisted of what crayons to use. Childhood is bliss.....but being an adult has it's perks ;)
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Color me happy...
It is amazing how something as small as a crayon can make a child happy. It makes me wonder when life got so complicated and started getting scary....wait I think that happened when I finished college and gained responsibility. 
The first grade class I volunteer with complained when they received bad crayons (i.e. non-Crayola crayons) when someone else did the shopping. I understood their tiny request. Other crayons simply don't color or have the same wax consistency. I would carefully select Crayola when I was little (heck, I still do when the color bug strikes me!). If only my worries still consisted of what crayons to use. Childhood is bliss.....but being an adult has it's perks ;)
The first grade class I volunteer with complained when they received bad crayons (i.e. non-Crayola crayons) when someone else did the shopping. I understood their tiny request. Other crayons simply don't color or have the same wax consistency. I would carefully select Crayola when I was little (heck, I still do when the color bug strikes me!). If only my worries still consisted of what crayons to use. Childhood is bliss.....but being an adult has it's perks ;)
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