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.