Junior Vocab
Art Studio at the Dining Table
Mira: "Ow! Stop it, Rohan, you’re prodding me with your pencil!"
Rohan: "I’m not! I’m just… checking if you’re done with your drawing."
Mira: "You’re poking my arm again and again. That’s prodding."
Rohan: "But you’re so slow! I want to color the kite. It’s Makar Sankranti, remember?"
Mira: "I’ll go faster if you stop prodding me. My stars are getting all wiggly."
Amma: "What’s happening here at the dining table art studio?"
Rohan: "Mira won’t finish the sky, and the laddus are getting cold."
Mira: "He keeps prodding me with his pencil like I’m a balloon."
Amma: "Rohan, you can remind her with words, not pokes."
Rohan: "But words are slow. Prodding is faster."
Mira: "No, it just makes me want to hide my drawing and eat all the laddus myself."
Rohan: "Hey, that’s evil. Okay, fine. No more prodding."
Amma: "How about this—Mira finishes the sky, Rohan starts coloring the kites on the other page."
Rohan: "So we work side by side, and I don’t prod?"
Mira: "Yes. If you prod, I’ll tell Amma you need an extra helping of bitter karela."
Rohan: "Aah, no! I’ll just use my mouth, not my pencil. Mira, are you almost done?"
Mira: "Yes, see? When there’s no prodding, the sky looks like real evening."
Rohan:prodding the paper either." "It does. Okay, slide it here. Gently. No
Amma: "Now that’s better. Time for warm laddus and a no-prodding rule at the table."