Since we’re parents we’ve learned to eat quickly. The phase in which both of us can eat at the same time is usually short. Even in a restaurant, we’ll ingest our food like mad vacuum cleaners after a dust diet.
In the beginning of our restaurant visit we’re a peaceful family but slowly and steadily we’ll turn into a chaotic pile of people.
June will start singing ‘Let it go’ like we were in a huge Opera Theater, or stomp with her feet on the wall above her head, just to say ‘Mom, look what I’m doing!“. Her favorite words these days.
And Mika wants what June is eating, grabs Dad’s knife, requests to be held by mommy. His arms turn into octopus tentacles. Who ever holds little Mika has to move everything on the table far away and can’t eat anymore.
We went to this restaurant in the Heights again. There was a painting sheet with crayons so that June didn’t think of dancing on the table and other fun things like that. So that’s really helpful.
The owner of the restaurant recognized me from our visit before that. Surprisingly, since that was roughly 6 months earlier. Maybe the talk about throwing away crayons that I had held during our first visit was still in his head. I had mentioned a number of initiatives that turn unwanted crayons into wanted crayons (The crayon initiative, National Crayon Recycle Program, Crayon Collection) and save them from ending up in landfills.
The basket with ‘used’ crayons was visible in the kitchen. Most of them where really never used at all. They were looking at me during our whole stay at the restaurant, pleading for help, and so I couldn’t resist talking to the restaurant owner again. I mean, there are obviously unused crayons piling up, just waiting to be tossed in the trashcan. How could I not talk to him about this?
This time though I tried a different route. I told him about the day care that is just on the other side of the street. Right there is a huge demand for crayons on a daily basis. Why not walk over once in a while and drop them off?
I offered to bring them to the day care for him. Bastian was almost bursting with laughter when I had the nerve to request an environmentally friendly brown bag for the crayons instead of the offered zip lock bag. What can I do, right? Once you see all the trash, you can’t make it unseen.
That night I dreamed of creating a local facebook group with the name ‘Crayon Partners Hood River‘ to connect restaurants and day cares, preschools and others in need. I managed to resist this urge after waking up. There are simply too many projects going on for me right now.
The kids in the day care were happy to see the refill of their crayon box.
So what do you think? Isn’t throwing perfectly fine crayons in the trash just because one kid had already used them a huge waste of resources? Do you know of a crayon ‘rescue’ program in your area?