The Blue-Crayon Blues
I think the blasted blue crayon is multiplying, which would explain how he always seems to have a piece of it. First it broke in half. Then I think it may have broken into thirds. And each piece gets carefully stashed somewhere by my conniving little almost-two-year-old so that it may be brought out later and used when Mommy's back is turned.
Here's a sampling of some of the places I've found blue scribbles:
All I have to say is ... thank God it's washable.