Crayola, you’re a little devil. You build yourself an activity center and suck us suckers right in. And good for you. You, Crayola, went and built one fine stopping-off point in the no-man’s land between Nowheresville, NJ, and Nothingtown, PA. To be fair, your choice location in downtown Easton, Pennsylvania, was not nearly as drab and dreary as the 4th Street exit from Route 33 would suggest.
Better yet, Crayola, after letting us get our feet wet in the calm “art project” areas you are filled with, you wouldn’t let us step right into your Crayola Store. You made us play with all your nifty magic clay, your sweet, water-washable markers, your thousands upon thousands of rainbow-brite crayons, and your fat, child-sized-hand-friendly sidewalk chalk (on an indoor, ultra-smooth sidewalk, no less). Our interest was at a frenzy. Where could we purchase this stuff for the trip? For the ride home? For home itself?
Over there. Next door. Go outside and down 75 feet to Crayola Heaven: The Crayola STORE (home of the world’s largest crayon, by the way – and no, I didn’t take a picture of it due to some oversight – I know, so sue me).
And what will you find at the Crayola Store? EVERYTHING. Well, everything Crayola, anyway. And glorious stuff it is. Reasonably priced. And all in such bold and kid-friendly colors. Enter the Crayola Store and watch your kid’s (or kids’) eyes explode. You could actually hear kids’ hearts pounding, their breathing get rapid, the sweat forming on their brows. Yes. Hear it. You don’t believe me? Take a kid there and listen closely.
Crayola. Easton, PA. Highly recommended. And don’t miss the National Canal Museum upstairs from the Crayola Activity Center because it is also a good time for everyone. There’s even a room-sized miniature canal model that has locks YOU can navigate through and control. Sweet. Beats the Dickens out of a train set.
Better yet, Crayola, after letting us get our feet wet in the calm “art project” areas you are filled with, you wouldn’t let us step right into your Crayola Store. You made us play with all your nifty magic clay, your sweet, water-washable markers, your thousands upon thousands of rainbow-brite crayons, and your fat, child-sized-hand-friendly sidewalk chalk (on an indoor, ultra-smooth sidewalk, no less). Our interest was at a frenzy. Where could we purchase this stuff for the trip? For the ride home? For home itself?
Over there. Next door. Go outside and down 75 feet to Crayola Heaven: The Crayola STORE (home of the world’s largest crayon, by the way – and no, I didn’t take a picture of it due to some oversight – I know, so sue me).
And what will you find at the Crayola Store? EVERYTHING. Well, everything Crayola, anyway. And glorious stuff it is. Reasonably priced. And all in such bold and kid-friendly colors. Enter the Crayola Store and watch your kid’s (or kids’) eyes explode. You could actually hear kids’ hearts pounding, their breathing get rapid, the sweat forming on their brows. Yes. Hear it. You don’t believe me? Take a kid there and listen closely.
Crayola. Easton, PA. Highly recommended. And don’t miss the National Canal Museum upstairs from the Crayola Activity Center because it is also a good time for everyone. There’s even a room-sized miniature canal model that has locks YOU can navigate through and control. Sweet. Beats the Dickens out of a train set.
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