The other day Lia was doing her own little coloring thing in her My Little Pony coloring book.  I’m guessing her arm was tired, and decided to take a break from redecorating my walls with Jackson Pollock like accuracy.  Anyways, I had noticed that it was a little too quiet for a couple of minutes so I decided to get up and see where she had wandered and when I called her name she came running back to me from the kitchen hollering with a chewed crayon in her right hand.  As she approached me I could see the shrapnel of blue crayon in the crevices of her teeth.

Apparently, she knew not to try and eat it in front of me, and ran off to a secluded part of the house to enjoy her blue wax buffet.  As tasty as crayons look to me from time to time, the smell is a dead give-a-way that it probably won’t be as delectable as imagined.  Of course she is only almost 2, but even then after warning her on several occasions that you don’t eat crayons I have to come to realize that trial and error is in order for certain instances.

This was definitely a Kodak moment, however what type of parent would I be to make my child walk around with her mouth open in horror because she was afraid to shut it for that perfect picture.  “hold on honey,  I know you are afraid to swallow and breath, but I need this picture to show all of our friends and family while you are in duress.”  So, I leave you with a picture, which I would like to enter into evidence as Exhibit C for Crayola.