The little angel, she loves the sidewalk chalk. The funny thing, though, is that even more than she loves to color with it herself, she loves to demand that a parent color things to her specifications. She is extremely picky about color, size and location of these drawings.
Last night, I drew a map of the world...to scale. (No, that's a line from a comedian I saw like ten years ago and stole, STOLE, but isn't the idea funny? Maybe it's just funny to me. Ahem.)
I did, however, draw a picture of the little angel. It was approximately the same height as she was, but since we don't have red sidewalk chalk (and really, why not?), I had to give the drawing sort of hot-pink hair. When I was finished, the little angel selected a piece of her own hair and studied it, then looked at the picture.
Little Angel: "Mommy, RED HAIR."
Me: "We don't have any red chalk, honey."
Little Angel: "RED HAIR."
Me: "Look at the chalk. Do you see red? I don't see red. I used pink because that's the closest color. Sometimes in life we have to fake it a little, and that's okay."
The little angel studied me dubiously, then stomped off. I could just hear her inner monologue: Please don't bore me with your excuses, Mommy.