Crayon Chaos
Maya: "Arjun, why are all your crayons sleeping on the floor?"
Arjun: "They’re not sleeping, they’re… resting. I’m making a traffic jam picture."
Amma: "Aha, mister artist, Amma has two hands, and they’re busy making dosa, not picking crayons."
Maya: "And I can’t sit here to color the coconut tree. There’s no space for me."
Arjun: "You can sit on the bed. The floor is for my art."
Amma: "Look at this room — shoes here, bag there, crayons everywhere. It feels like it’s shouting in my head."
Maya: "Like when dosas break and fall everywhere on the plate. No neat dosa tower."
Ammatidiness.": "Yes, my brain also wants a dosa tower. It’s begging for a little
Arjun: "Tidiness means putting everything in its own place, na? Then I can find my blue pencil."
Maya: "Come, I’ll help. You do crayon tidiness, I’ll line the shoes like a parade."
Arjun: "Okay, but my toy bus can stay on the table. It’s the parking lot."