Crayons

Sharing about the Querétaro minitry with others can be an adventure. Last night, I had my cousins and uncle over to my house to share with them (this = 5 young adults, one middle aged-man, and 5 small children). Children are interesting. Shortly after I had finished sharing with them, my dad noticed one of the twin girls (1.5 years old) trying to put a crayon in the metal front of our gas fire place. We took off the front of the fire place and found no crayon, all was well, and no more crayons attempted to go into the fire place.

Fast forward to 4am today. My dad and I have just gotten up (I had to be at work at 5am. yay.) We're sleepily eating breakfast in front of SportsCenter with a nice worm fire. All of a sudden, we both look at each other and say, "I smell crayons!" We turned off the fire place and removed the metal front and looked inside. There was nothing unusual to be seen. So after a few mintues of inspecting the fire place, my dad noticed this wet-looking spot about a foot inside the top of the fire place. It was the crayon, now a dark blue puddle. So I spent the first half hour of my morning trying to wipe blue crayon out of the fire place. What an interesting morning!