We cleaned out the attic a few weeks ago and I found a Collector’s Tin of Crayola crayons that I’d kept from when I was a kid. It was something I’d forgotten all about, having received the tin as a gift when I was just a little too old to care about crayons anymore and so it was put away in a box and moved from apartment to apartment and house to house.
When I found it, I was sure that they’d all be melted since they’d been in a box in the attic for over a decade. Surprisingly when I opened the tin, the crayons were fine.
As a kid, one of my favorite things in the ENTIRE WORLD was a brand new box of crayons. Their smell! Their newness! All in tact, their paper unripped. We’ve survived on remnants of restaurant crayons for all these years, with the exception of the box of 16 crayons that was on Carson’s Kindergarten school supply list. My poor, deprived children.
Since Carson has recently started to be interested in drawing and coloring, I showed him what I found in the attic.
This box of 64 crayons, complete with built-in sharpener, and this kid! MAN! His mind was BLOWN! He couldn’t get over 64 CRAYONS! In ONE box! With a sharpener! He studied each and every crayon for a good half hour.
“Look, Mom! This one says, ‘sky blue,’ and this one says, ‘salmon!’ Have you ever even HEARD of that?!”
He doesn’t want his sister to even look in the direction of the crayons, with her bull-in-a-china-shop ways. He wants to avoid any risk of the 64 perfect crayons getting broken.
And when I was at the grocery store yesterday, I saw that they now sell boxes of 96 crayons. I guess they’ve been selling these boxes for awhile, but I just discovered their existence.
Guess what he’s getting for Valentine’s Day? He is going to FLIP OUT!