Color Crew

The Boy has fallen in love with this cartoon on Netflix. I’m personally torn.

On the one hand his already profound interesting art has gone just a wee bit crazy. He’s wanting to color all the time now. Crayons, markers, pencils. Doesn’t seem to matter as long as he can drag it across a piece of paper. Here’s hoping that he keeps up with that bit keeping it on the paper, and not like his sister who still has issues understanding that walls (and beds, and tables, and anything that stay in one place for more than forty five seconds…) are not coloring surfaces.

There is one thing I’ve quickly come to hate about Color Crew. That damned eraser. First off, this jerk is smug. With his glasses and handlebar mustache. But it gets better. He comes out when one of the crayons colors in the wrong thing. So he huffs and scolds, erases this so-called “wrong” color and then he gives this big shit eating grin. HELLO, there was an entire movement dedicated to coloring things “wrong”. Hate that guy.

And with that, I’m off to wrestle said Little Man into bed. He’s grumbling a bit of late, but he can’t resist the well established routine of night-night. Boom, victory for me.