Crayons, colored pencils, and water paints were my pleasure. Only a little bit with the crayons. I didn’t like the way they felt in my hand. The Husband assured me he and his brother didn’t get boogers on them. The crayons were from his childhood, so many moons ago. Ha! Little boys have cooties, I told him.
Maybe I’ll melt all the crayons to make candles.
When I was a kid we left a shoebox full of crayons out in the sun. Those crayons were no more.ReplyDelete
You know, you can buy new crayons...
Suzzzz, I love this!! You do the craziest things with all kinds of stuff and I love it. There are no rules 🤗🌻🤟 Kinda like when I go fishing- anything goes 🤣🤣🤣Delete
Liz, the new crayons have hidden themselves. Quite well, it seems. Melting crayons in the sun has become an experiment in the making, thank you very much.Delete
Kepola Deb, hey ya! You got it. :-)Delete