I have to admit that I cringed a little, while I was having my drawing-in-the-park zen time this morning, and Ellie ran up to me, grabbed the pencil out of my hand, and said, "Can I draw!?"
"Oh, um, sure! Here's a piece of paper you can draw on."
"No, Mama! I wanna draw on your paper."
She had spent the morning throwing grass ("salad") at me, so I turned her "scribbles" into pieces of grass around my leaves. It seemed like the perfect representation of our day so far, anyway...