Our house is full of unused coloring books. If I ask one of my sons to color something, I can count on him turning to stone before my eyes, immobile but for the menacing glare directed at me or the offending uncolored paper.
The unused coloring books are a treasure for the friends who come to play. Sometimes I find a stray friend who has made her way into the schoolroom and has surrounded herself with all of the coloring books she intends to use. To the little girl, it’s almost unbelievable that our boys haven’t used them.
My boys are more into using things such as scissors and glue. The picture above is by Daniel.