Henry's drawing, his crayons scattered all over the living room floor for easy access, I suppose.
Henry: Mama! I drawing a horsie!
Me: What's your horsie doing?
Henry: Eating grass all by himself.
(Henry abruptly stops coloring).
Henry: OK, Mama. That's it. I'm done coloring now. I have no more energy left to burn out.
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