When I was little, my favorite thing was brand new paper and brand new colors. I loved pens, pencils, clay, paint, whatever was available, but a box of colors, that is where I found little kid happiness. The same goes for Jackson. He can get lost in a box of colors for hours. We were supposed to go somewhere today, but it was raining too bad, so we stayed home. Being home bound is fine by me, actually preferred, but not my kids. They like to go places. If we don’t go somewhere or do something occasionally, they get bored. What better time to break out some crayola goodness.
Sure enough, Jackson was lost in a few hours of the happiness you can only get from creating art, or is that just me?
