Angela was bored.

It was hard being a three-year-old, she decided, especially when it was raining.

So she did the only thing she could. She ran around the house, pigtails flying out behind her, wreaking havoc.

She was banging on a pot with a wooden spoon when her mother came into the kitchen, a grimace on her face.

"Angela, sweetie, what are you doing?"

"I'm making music, Mommy!" Her drumming reached a crescendo and her mother raised a hand to her forehead.

"Can't you do something more, I don't know, girly?"

Angela hit the pan with one last resounding crash, making her mother flinch, and set the spoon down on the linoleum floor.

"Like what?"

Her mom breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't know, play with dolls, dress up, make a drawing."

"Make a drawing?" It came out "dwawing."

"Yes. Like with a crayon."

"Crayon?" Again, it sounded like "cwayon."

Her mother noticed the confused look on the small girl's face. "Here, let me show you." She went to a cupboard and grabbed a few sheets of paper and a box of crayons. Angela watched with fascinated eyes. This was all new to her. Her mother took the paper and crayons to the living room. Angela followed, sitting down at the coffee table next to her mother.

"Okay, this is what you do." She took a piece of paper, picked out a blue crayon, and pressed it to the paper. Angela watched, amazed at the line of color the crayon left behind. When her mother held up the paper, a smiley face was grinning down at her. Angela giggled.

"Do you want to try now?" Angela nodded and snatched the crayon from her mother. "Alright, but you stay right here. I have some work to do."

Angela didn't plan on going anywhere. She took a clean sheet of paper and squared it in front of her, then threw the blue crayon back into the box. She rummaged through, looking for her favorite color: pink. Ecstatic, she found three different shades.

Now that she had the paper and the crayons, she stared down at the table. What should she dwaw? Hmm…

With a sudden burst of inspiration, she lowered the crayon to the white expanse of paper. Slowly at first, then faster and faster as she gained confidence, the crayon flew across the page. She experimented by pressing harder and softer, moving the crayon in different directions.

She soon grew tired of pink and grabbed purple and orange, green and yellow. She wasn't even aware of her mother scurrying around picking up Angela's previous messes. She was too engrossed in her dwawing.

All of a sudden, Angela stopped and sat back, examining her work. Just as suddenly she started off again, adding something here, fixing something there.

Drawing seemed to come naturally, and it was so much fun. She was hardly aware of the crashes of thunder that previously terrified her. She didn't notice the rain streaming down the window, the lightning flashing across the sky.

Finally she sat back, looking down proudly at her masterpiece. She smiled and headed off to show her mother what she had made.

Angela found her mother vacuuming in the hallway. "Mommy, Mommy! Look at my dwawing!" She held out the sheet of paper.

Angela's mother took the drawing in her hands. "That's great, sweetie. What is it?"