Imagine a world where your child’s crayons could talk. A world where they would tell us what they thought of that dinosaur with the pink beard, or the unidentifiable blob my daughter claims is princess Ariel on a half-shell.
In Drew Daywalt’s The Day the Crayons Quit, you get a hilarious glimpse into the very opinionated minds of one child’s crayons through the letters they write, sharing their complaints and requests.
When a young boy named Duncan goes to color a simple picture, he’s surprised to find that not only are his crayons missing, but there are notes from each of them. From his favorite blue crayon complaining about being used so much he is now a stubby nub of a color, to the hilarious peach crayon that is mortified to be naked without his wrapper safely covering him.
As I read each letter to my 6 and 3-year-old children, they howled with laughter. They loved the argument between the orange and yellow crayon over who gets to be the color of the sun, and they cracked up when the poor white crayon is only used to make pictures of cats and snow. And when we turned the final page of the book to show the most beautiful picture Duncan made for the crayons, they cheered and searched for all the details to be found and pointed out. And I loved that it showed a world of colors breaking their traditional role and daring to be used in a new way.
But the best part came after the book was closed and put away. They rushed to their own crayon boxes, pulled out the same colors we read about, and started to color an array of pictures now gracing our refrigerator door.
It was a book that made us laugh, made us snort, and definitely made us want to color. And for a parent, I love looking at that door filled with their pictures. Especially knowing that it was spurred by reading.
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