Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb.

And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.

It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.

Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight.

Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.

With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.

And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.