“I’ll need someone to decorate the frame, I guess, if you’re up to that.” She just stared at me as if I were talking to her in Amharic. I’d never spoken this much to a three-year-old before. “What do you mean?” “I need you to make the bed pretty with your crayons,” I explained in simpler terms. “Oh! Yes! I can do that.” We got to work.
