Today, after a particularly stressful few hours, I picked up my cousin from daycare. When he got out of my car, his tiny hand reached down under the seat and pulled out this:
The crayon my cousin found today had to have belonged to my car's previous owner because I have never had the need to travel with crayons in my car. ITS THE SAME COLOR!! It's like God is saying to me, "hey, give that de-stressing plan one more shot. I'll even replace your broken crayon."
Moral of the Story: sometimes you get a second chance. All you need is a 4 year old to point it out to you.