I gave Drew and Gracie each a new box of crayons this afternoon after lunch. Drew was so pleased with it. He pulled out each crayon to examine the different colors. He put them back in the box and then took them out again. He said some color names at random. But then the tragedy. One crayon broke. Drew cried for a long time. "Mommy, fix it. Tape it."
I know a broken crayon is so small in the grand scheme of things, but Drew is starting to learn that Mommy can't fix everything. Sometimes I wish I could.
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