One of my favorite smells is the inside of a large box of Crayola crayons.
(By the way, my Sweet Babboo and I are involved in an ongoing debate regarding these tools: Is it pronounced cray-ons or crans? Feel free to comment. I’m prepared to tuck tail, as I’m usually wrong. :-))
So on a rainy day, I LOVE breaking out the giant drawing pad and cray-ons – or crans – with my 1 year-old. It’s a special thing for him still, since I don’t let him use this stuff every day.
It’s been delightful watching him learn to hold a writing instrument and make bold, swishing motions across the paper.
And I HAVE to draw something in the area or I’ll burst.
So what am I supposed to tell Riley?
It’s coloring time! Let’s use our cray-ons…?
It’s coloring time! Let’s use our crans…?
Either way, it’s awfully fun.
More fun if lots of people choose my pronunciation.
There’s many ways to keep a passion alive, even when the days don’t allow much time for hobbies or practicing the arts. And if it’s something that keeps me connected to my kids,