Sidewalk Chalk
“Nana, let’s make pictures!” Charlie yelled as she jumped down the garage steps. “The chalk’s up there,” Charlie pointed.
Nana looked. Up on the shelf sat a large bin of sidewalk chalk. She grabbed the bin and walked outside.
“Let’s make Itsy.” Charlie looked inside the bin. “I want a yellow Itsy.” Charlie drew a large circle shape. Legs protruded from around its body. “See Nana, I made Itsy!”
“What would you like me to make, Charlie?” Nana asked.
“Dinosaur.”
“A dinosaur. Hmmm…” Nana mumbled.
“Dinosaur with spikes,” Charlie requested.
Nana thought and thought and began to draw. Charlie watched. “It needs spikes!”
“Help me with those, Charlie.”
Charlie and Nana worked and worked. The dinosaur was huge. “What shall we name him?” Nana asked.
“Spike!”
“Can you help me with that? S-s-s-s, Spike.”
“S, you need S,” Charlie giggled.
“Yup, you need S and do you hear anything else? S- p- i- k- e,” Nana said slowly.
“P, that’s a P. I can make one, up here.”
“Yes, you can. You write up there. I’ll write down here.”

Charlie, age 3.