Sometimes I wish I still had my six-year-old hobbies: climbing trees, napping, pinching (called for or not) and, above all, coloring.
Okay, so I do pretty much all of those things. I don’t pinch, though.
Maybe when there’s a monkey tree.
Coloring could happen more often. Those smelly markers! Crayon names were a whole other event. Taking colorful pictures makes me feel like I’m wielding a Burnt Sienna crayon all over again…which is spectacular.
I’d rather not play favorites between color and black & white. Those days are behind me. I love you both, equally.
But I really love color!