“What should we do now?”
I ask Irene.
“Should we draw a picture?”
“Do you want to use chalk? Where’s the chalkboard?”
I put her down and we walk over to the chalk board.
I hand her a fat piece of sidewalk chalk.
She puts it in her mouth.
“No, Irene, no. Yucky.”
She laughs and tears off into the kitchen,
Chalk firmly between teeth.
What am I dealing with here?