“Red Crayon Won.”

“Red Crayon Won.”

“Red Crayon won what? The crayons were having a race?”

“Yes.”

“Oh!…Where were the crayons having the race?”

“The wall.”

The wall, of course. Where else would crayons have a race? This was the conversation me and my two year old had as I was leaning out of the shower recently. Looking at the tracks the racers left behind, it appears to have been a hard fought battle and thankfully it looked like they were doing laps on a track rather than a marathon, so that means less paint, although I'm in no hurry. These are the sort of markings that turn a house into a home.