Not all crayons are created equal, it seems. (Taking Stock: The middle drawer on Sweetie's desk.)

Sweetie has a desk that I bought her oh-so-long ago to keep track of her important papers and bills and the Netflix movies and the Post-It notes I bring home from the office. There are three drawers in it -- and this is what the middle drawer is used for:


That doesn't really fully convey what's going on. It's a drawer of crayons and some markers. About two inches deep.

Mr Bunches is addicted to new crayons and markers. In every store that sells them, he wants to get a package of them. And they're inexpensive enough that we usually cave in, and he gets his new colors, and they go home and they're used to draw for a while until they're put into the drawer.

Sometimes -- like two Saturdays ago -- Mr Bunches will start getting the crayons out of the drawer, one at a time. He'll make me or Sweetie draw something with each crayon, and then move on to the next. That could go on for hours.

Also, if you look closely, you'll see that there's little to no red crayons in the drawer. Mr Bunches likes red the best and the red crayons are only rarely allowed to mingle with other crayons. And we're never allowed to draw with the red crayons. Never. You touch the red crayon at your own peril.