Coloring

When we first introduced the boys to coloring we bought them a box of dollar store crayons. We were living the poor student life and if it could be found at the dollar store we were all over it.

The crayons were poor quality.

That’s an understatement and a half, but in the interest of sounding somewhat educated that’s the phrase that I’m going to stick with. Everytime you even touched one of those cheap sticks of wax it would break. Looking at it wrong would bread it. Coloring on the bench in church would end with Tammy and me hunting through all the cracks on the bench for every last scrap of crayon.

Now that I’m making a little more money we splurged and bought a box of Crayola Crayons. What a difference a buck or two makes! Oh don’t get me wrong, we can still break the crayons, they aren’t bars of iron. But it actually takes some thinking and planning on the boys part. Were before it was unfortunate accident, now it’s malicious intent.

But we do love to color.