creativity at a price

So who else out there had the cheap mothers who refused to buy anything more than the twelve pack of crayons? They don't even sell them in that small of packaging anymore. Now you at least get 24 per box. Usually I was sent to school with those free ones you get at restaurants, all three of them. What creations can I make out of red, green, and blue? Grass, sky, and . . . blood. Or a flower. Ya, fabulous. We have saved all of our crayons in an empty ice cream tub, so it looks like we have a lot, except that it just a lot of the same twelve colors, plus a few oddballs that friends accidentally left after coming over to play. Yes, my friends brought their own crayons over because they knew how much mine sucked. All I ever wanted was the nifty little crayon sharpener that was in the back of one of the bigger boxes. That was the sort of box you could just open and smell the creativity. What big kid doesn't like to color? A weird one, that's who.