He takes the crayons out one by one and gives his paper a little scribble. I think "YES!", there are twenty-four crayons. This should keep him busy for awhile and I start cleaning the kitchen. About five minutes go by and he screams "UGH! MOM! This one is broken! It needs batteries! FIX IT!" I look over and he is holding up the white crayon.
He thinks batteries fix everything. The mind of a two year old. I love it.
Usually sporting some type of super hero shirt/costume. He is obsessed.
Why is there even a white crayon in the box?