Garrett and the Crayola Facotry

On Saturday, we took a roadtrip to Easton and took G to the Crayola Factory. Because money isn't something we have oodles of, and to teach him that one can't have everything, he was given the choice of the circus (which I was silently dreading taking Wy to) or the crayon factory. He chose the latter.

He's so subdued at places like this. So shy and quiet, it's hard to tell if he's having a good time. He may look like Tim, but he is so much like me! There was a clear plexi-glass wall with markers. I thought Garrett would love to "draw" on it. I took him over to the wall and I noticed, but didn't say anything to him, that there wasn't much room to write. He was very hesitant and told me he wasn't going to write on the wall because it was "bad". I told him I would do it first. His response, as he covered his eyes with his hands: "Momma don't do it! I can't even watch!!" Finally, Tim got him to try it, but even then he was upset because there were no "clean spots to draw on"; to which Tim rolled his eyes....but I completely understood his frustration!!

Then Tim took him into the "art room". I sat outside with Wy, looking at these kids coming out with finger paints on them and their parents and thought bad thoughts. Next thing I look in and G's coloring at a table. Tim said he didn't want to get dirty....good boy!!

Last stop was the area with sidewalk chalk. Unlike the other stops this one was deserted and G was the only one there. He was coloring and making "O's" and next thing I know he's cleaning up. He turns and says to me "this is a mess and they are going to break. I'll put them away, is that a good idea?

He really did have a good time. He hasn't stopped coloring since we got home. He's a good egg.