Wax On. Wax Off.

That moment when you are thinking about the happy times when you were little when it suddenly hits you:

You used to collect candle wax.

Meaning, you would break off the dried drippings of wax off your mom's candles and store them in a box.

But wait, there's more!

You also had a constant stream of dinner guests coming through your door and you would show the collection to them. As in, sit them down and tell them about each piece of wax. Every. Time.


And the fact that your parents just let you be you without telling you to put the silly box away, amazing. And my parents really are.