Color Wonder?

 Sarah Beth loves to draw.  More specifically, she likes to draw on the walls, furniture, and windows.  My bad.  I allowed her to draw on the sliding glass doors downstairs and once you let it off the paper, all is fair game.  Consequently, I find her artwork everywhere.  I have spent afternoons wiping off the “washable” crayon from kitchen cabinets, windowsills, and doors, while she follows behind me with a smuggled crayon, re-doing what I have destroyed.  Her drawings consistently follow the same pattern, a funky little circle with another little circle inside.  Kind of like a fried egg.  Or a sad boob.  Anyway, I started going a little cuckoo over seeing the circle drawings over and over, everywhere I turned.  I started to wonder if it really meant something.  Like in Close Encounters of the 3^rd Kind when Richard Dreyfuss keeps sculpting that mountain over and over in his mashed potatoes.

So as not to be driven crazy by my toddler’s prophetic hieroglyphics, I brilliantly thought to buy a Crayola “Color Wonder” set.  You know, those markers that “magically” only draw on special paper but don’t work on anything else.  So my options at Target were a Dora set (you all know my thoughts on Dora,)  a Toy Story 3 pack (haven’t seen 1, 2 or 3 so who cares) or the Disney Princess pack.  Perfect.  And it comes with glittery paper.  Fun.  Or so I thought.  We get home and I eagerly open the packet, almost as excited as Sarah Beth, who knows nothing except it’s something new and it’s for her, therefore it is awesome.  I rip open the package at the kitchen table and glitter explodes ev.er.y.where.  Apparently, my interpretation of “glittery paper” differed from Crayola’s design.  I thought it would merely be shimmery paper with the glitter ingrained into the paper itself.  Nope.  Glitter is loosely adhered and with just a few shakes, my house looks like Tinkerbell had a keg party.  Glitter is everywhere.  All over me, Sarah Beth, the table, floor, etc.  It is a fine illustration of how dirt and germs travel around the house, as there is now a sparkly trail going through every room.

I ask Crayola this:  if I am concerned enough about messes to buy the color wonder markers, why would I want an explosion of glitter upon opening the packet?  Seriously. 

To add insult to injury, Sarah Beth couldn't care less about drawing with the stupid markers.  She's rather take the caps off all of them and race them down the hallway or line them up on the table and take 'em out one by one with a karate chop.  The only one who colored in Cinderella today was me.  I did snicker silently as Sarah Beth tried to draw on the walls for a moment but nothing happened.  I'm sure she'll get me back by finding a black Sharpie and going to town on my orange kitchen walls, but tonight, I'll enjoy my tiny little victory as I pick Disney princess glitter out of my teeth.