This past summer I went to my 10 year high school reunion. It was awesome to catch up with people that I hadn't seen since graduation. Among the most amusing things to announce was that I had four children. I can't tell you how fun it was to watch peoples' faces when I told them that.
During one of my conversations I mentioned all the trouble we'd had with crayons in our house and that I was seriously considering getting rid of them. Ken, a graphic designer, pleaded the crayons case and said that maybe my kids would grow up to be designers and I shouldn't stifle their creativity.
I decided to give the crayons a second chance. It was okay for awhile, paper and coloring books have always been in large supply here. But, alas, Ken's advice has gone awry. I now have a beautiful mural in my living room. Three purple stick figures who owe their very existence to Ken and to one handy little man named JM and the fact that JM gets up at 5:30am to do his wall art.
Thanks Ken. I owe ya one. :) And no, I haven't gotten rid of the crayons.