BBBH has been bitten by the "adult coloring book" craze. So she colors. Often. She: "Aw, c'mon; color with me." So I did. Merry Christmas.
I used pencils for this one, but it got me thinking about my experiences at coloring during my very young days. I always leaned toward the gently applied color, so my little box of eight Crayolas tended to last me a long time. Meanwhile my little friends, some with the "64" would press and slash leaving great smears of color on their pages and broken crayons littering the linoleum. These bits wound up in cigar boxes, or the little monster whined until mama or daddy got them a new box. (I made that part up: I really don't remember this happening.)
If you missed it or want to review one of my coloring book experiences as a child you may click here.