It's sad, but true.
Elinore is no respecter of crayons.
I like my crayons new, fresh, sharp.
Elinore likes hers broken, naked. Her saving grace is that she loves the smell of them.
She also loves the taste of them.
And the feel of them between her toes.
She will color with them anywhere: on paper, table, wall, steps, television, clothes, pretty much anywhere that will accept pigment.
I have learned to give her only Crayola washable crayons. She also has separate sets for school and less supervised coloring.
I try not to cry when she breaks them on purpose.