Maybe it’s the calm feeling of the wax being poured into the molds, or the soothing narration as each yellow stick gets stacked, sorted, and place amid a rainbow of color sticks for boxing. Whatever the timeless appeal is, every day for the past several weeks (no exaggeration. I mean every day), our three yearContinue reading “Touring the crayon factory with you, neighbor”
The Dorky Daddy 