Lately, Shep has developed a fondness for crayons. He likes the big chunky ones, and insists on taking the paper off. I think he likes the waxy feel, and the chunky ones have a good heft to them and fit perfectly in his hand.
He usually only has one or two crayons at a time, but he needs to know where they are. At nap time they aren’t allowed to go in his crib, so he places them gently on his dresser so he knows where to get them when he’s done.
Today we spent the morning outside, playing in the 95° weather, the crayon must have gotten a little soft, much to Shep’s delight. By the time we got home, he had colored himself and the straps of his car seat.
And then we had a long talk about how crayons only belong on paper.
(No, he didn’t ride home unbuckled. I started to unbuckle him and then, like any 21st century mom, realized I should probably take a picture first.)