Crayons Leave Lasting Memories...On the Walls

I recall the day I learned that having a stray crayon on the floor was a very bad idea. Drew found it and as he was looking at it I was looking at him reading his little mind. I headed for him as he looked up at me. It was a race after that. He was racing for the nearest wall and I was running defense for the wall. Needless to say, he got there first and got as much scribbling done as he could in the two seconds it took me to cross the room. This was not the only altercation we had with the crayons. He and his twin are not big into coloring but Alexander is all about artistry so there was opportunity for Drew to find crayons and run to a wall. This went on for months, I would dream about crayons escaping my view and waiting for my boy to find them and deliver them to the wall. And how could he disappoint? I would scour the floors for crayons and to my surprise I would miss one with my eagle eyes and the two year-old would find it. I don’t look at it as my being inattentive to the hunt for crayons but that he was built lower to the ground and was becoming one with the crayon. Finally he stopped coloring on the walls, perhaps he and the crayon community had a falling out, perhaps Hot Wheels became more interesting, perhaps being in trouble and having me losing my mind was getting old with him. I’ll never know but the walls still hold the evidence of this rocky part of our past.