Wax is Not a Food Group
Posted By jayna on August 23, 2008
We had a slight crayon incident this afternoon.
And, no, it wasn’t the blue lines all over E’s white shirt. It wasn’t the orange paper wrapping scraped on her teeth from me yanking them out of her mouth. It wasn’t the green all over the table and not on the paper.
Nope. It was me. And my hands and their lovely allergic reaction to the wicked things.
When I was in elementary school, I was special. At least, I thought I was pretty damn special. When the teacher was doling out the broken, chewed on, nubby crayons in their ripped boxes, I had my very own box of super special and super sharp colored pencils. Yes. I was special.
Apparently I’m still special and haven’t outgrown whatever allergy it is. Two minutes of coloring with the kid and I could barely move my fingers. That made it fairly difficult to pry her jaw open and snatch the chunks she was enjoying.
Smart mom I am, letting my child chew on something I’m so allergic to.
I knew there was a reason I was trying to keep them out of the house. Stupid Fay for keeping us cooped up in the house and making me resort to such measures of entertainment.
Holy cow! Allergic to crayons? That is a new one to me. I am sorry to hear about it though. Maybe your daughter will like using your special pencils, too?