I have a Love, Hate relationship with Crayola Crayons. Of course they are they crayons of my childhood and I guess that may be where all the feelings of Love 😍 come from, but as an adult with children of my own... well, I’m sure you understand. This bowl has now become our Crayola Crayon graveyard. The place the old, no longer pointy, possibly broken and missing their wrappers, crayons go to hopefully be used again someday. You know the ones... they always end up on the floor but none of your children will claim them. This may partially from a mistake on my part, you see I purchase Crayola Crayons in bulk and there is always a bright, new, shiny box of perfect crayons on the shelf, so whenever a crayon has reached the end of its life... at least in my child’s eyes, into the bowl it goes. All of those crayon bits and pieces that inevitably end up under your feet or the perfect medium for your one year old to let loose his inner Van Gogh on your newly painted wall... those crayons now go into the bowl. Guess what! They actually DO use them now that they are in there?!?!? And the worst pieces we can always melt down... which the kids find to be so much fun.

Have you ever read The Day the Crayons Quit with your family? If not, it is a delightful book I’m sure you will enjoy as much as we did!