On February 7th, four-year-old Louis reached a milestone in his life: going to Walmart for the first time. He gawked at his surroundings as they entered— especially the Walmart flag that hung proudly from the ceiling.

His mother stopped abruptly in the school supplies aisle, turning to the boys with wide eyes.

“Boys, wait here. I’ve got to buy silverware before I forget again.”  Louis looked confused.

“What’s silverware?”

“Spoons, dear. Spoons and forks.” His mother turned to Johnny, “Keep an eye on your brother.”

With their mother gone, Louis gaped at the colorful assortment markers, pens, posters, and more. Johnny shook him out of his daze.

“You don’t touch anything,” Johnny walked to the opposite end of the aisle, “Got it?”

Louis sullenly mumbled a “yes”. As soon as the word left his lips, Johnny whipped out his phone to text. Louis moved his attention away from his brother and let his jaw drop when he saw the love of his life.

A box of 96 Crayola crayons.

Louis had begged his mother to get him more crayons, to no avail. In her own words, she had had enough of his murals all over the house.

Louis made a quick decision. He turned his head to make sure his brother wasn’t looking, grabbed the box, and stuffed it down his pants.

When their mother returned, they checked out all their items and began to exit when—

“Louis?” His mother called from the counter, and he turned around.

“Yeah?”

His mother didn’t reply, but only stared at him with a stern expression. Next to her, Johnny’s face was turning red trying to hide his laughter. Louis looked down.

A trail of crayons ran from the counter to the very spot he was standing.

“Oops.”