I studied what Lea did with the crayons as she tore open the pack and flipped a page on her menu. Her rosy cheeks from the small nap earlier only made her look even younger than she really was. Her hands diligently applied pressure on the paper with the tip of the blue crayon. A curve formed and then another line, followed by some other lines around that, lightly pressed to make it appear as a shading of the color. As she completed her piece, I simply stared with my jaw on the floor at how a four year old could produce something so amazing.