You: drawing stupid hopscotch squares, ponies, hearts A,B,C's and other nonsense on the sidewalk. Your parents are obviously okay with this since they never insist you clean it up afterwords. In fact, you also never pick up the various leftover chalk nubs that also sometimes litter the sidewalk.

Me: tired of looking at your horrible "artwork" everyday until it rains. Lately at night, I've taken it upon myself to gradually incorporate some of my favorite four letter words into your installation in an effort to contribute a teaching moment and add a little variety. Since this is going so well, I think my next move will be sketches of the anatomy associated with some of those words, posing and operating brooms and dustpans for emphasis in hopes you can spare us of another summer looking at your horrible doodles .