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Although when I think "Happy Birthday," I always want to spell it HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY, Owl's spelling in Winnie-the-Pooh. But I didn't have enough cards for that!
(There were enough cards for BIRTHDAY but that was an extra picture that showed the mess at the other end of the room.)
Last week's class project was a jungle scene. The kiddies learned how to draw elephants, lions, and monkeys. I took a few liberties and added a pond to mine. We had a choice of markers or colored pencils. Since the markers are pretty dried up by the end of the school year (see following sample)...
I chose colored pencils. Here's mine:
There's something zen-like (from Urban Dictionary: a total state of focus that incorporates a total togetherness of body and mind) and relaxing about coloring. You get into a state where it's just you and the color, and time just flies by.
It made remember how much I loved coloring books when I was a child. My favorite coloring book involved some girls going to their ballet recital. I was a little obsessed with making sure all the costumes were colored perfectly, and that the colors remained consistent from page to page. (So I was a tiny bit OCD even back then.) Frank's favorite coloring book was Batman, of course. Ernest liked Pokemon. But they scribbled...it drove me crazy!
What was your favorite coloring book?