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UPDATE: I'm always so amused at what posts of mine generate comments and debate. I have to laugh, though, at this one -- so lame in its triviality yet apparently worth you taking the time to reply. And thank you for all your comments! Here's the thing: I AM NOT CRAFTY SO I WILL NEVER, EVER, EVER melt those crayons in any sort of project with my kids. The giant bin of peeling, old crayons gives me what my Italian grandmother called agita. But I also get agita from contemplating throwing things away, having all the usual reservations like will I use this in some sort of burst of energy with my children? will one of my jock sons regain an interest in using crayons? will I somehow incorporate it into my day, using coloring as a basis for relaxation and meditation? I have to be brutally honest, here. The answer is NO. I am donating the crayons and if I get the hankering, what would be more pleasurable than a spanking new box?
