“More bows, mama! MOAR BOWS.”
I spent part of my afternoon drawing pink and yellow bows in the street, and while I quite enjoyed being bossed around by a toddler determined to decorate the neighborhood with drawings of pastel hair accessories, holy wow! — sidewalk chalk is so messy. Your hands, your clothes, your hair — everything gets covered in chalk dust.
How did I forget such a messy, fun part of childhood?