Chalk Masterpiece

Here is a story,

told by pictures

{and a little narrative from Mommy},

of what happens

when three little boys

and one teeny lady

find some sidewalk chalk they forgot they had....

"SWEET! Chalk! Let's draw something. Here....I'll show you how."

"Oooooh....that's nice, Colin!"

"Look--you can make the hands like this."

"Did you know that when you rub your sweaty face with chalk hands, it makes colors?

Also, on a different note, I need purple. 

Has anyone seen the purple?"

"I haven't seen it. It is most definitely not hiding behind my head."

"Wait a minute...."

"Yes it is!!"

"But if you think I'm sharing it with you, boys....you have another thing coming."

"I'll put the purple in all by myself, thankyouverymuch."

"Whatever. I'll just use blue."

"Hey guys....check this out."

"Cool, huh? I know."

"LET'S ALL DO IT!! YEAH!!!"

"I just don't know what gets into you boys sometimes. Such silly adolescent games."

"Clearly, mother...I have not added enough color."

"I'll work on that!"

"I simply can't comprehend this behavior. 

I don't understand why Mother is allowing this!"

"Here Ethan....let me help you."

"Really, Mom? Now you're letting them do it to each other?

I'm taking the chalk and I'm out of here.
I'll have no part in this nonsense."

"Hold still! I've got to concentrate really hard."

*pause*

"Because the ground doesn't move when I draw on it, that's why."

"I can't help moving! It feels funny."

*several minutes later, after getting back on track....*

"The masterpiece is done, Mommy! It's our favorite man of all time."

In my book....it might as well be a Picasso.
*grin*