Yes, that's me. The lady in the oddish black hat In isle 2. I'm the one a little sleep deprived, sniffing an open box of Crayolas and sometimes packages of Pampers. I've had that same hat for eleven years of badhairdays. --been sniffing boxes of crayons much longer. There is just something about a box of new crayons... Untouched tips full of color and of promise and they have always smelled the same. Since those summer days at my grandparents picnic table when i would break open that box of 64 gifts, so thrilled with my favorites of periwinkle and gold. A new box of crayons smells like hope to me.