Last week, I walked to pick up William from camp.
A small girl was sitting on the sidewalk in front of a poor looking house, but unlike many children in the neighborhood, she was attended. Her father was sitting on the steps watching her draw.
"Hi!" she said, looking up from her stencils.
"Hi!" I said back, stopping.
"I have chalk!"
"I see that," I said, "and you have have sparkly chalk. I've never seen that before! And stencils too! Did you make those stars?"
And she began to point. "My daddy made these, and I made these..." and the chattering began in earnest.
Her young father, a mechanic from a local business, according to his shirt, began to look a little self conscious that a total stranger had been told that just moments before he'd been sitting on the sidewalk with his daughter drawing stars with sparkly chalk.
I said, "Well, I have to go pick up my grandson from camp. You have fun drawing."
"Bye!" she called out, waving her chalk at me.
As I continued on my way, I heard her father say, "Gees. You don't need to stop every single person that walks by..." and I turned back to him to call out, "She's adorable, and this was a very sweet moment...don't you be taking that away from me now!" and I shook my finger at him in a mock threat.
He laughed out loud and his little girl did too.