Playing Chess with Amelia

Amelia’s knights neighed
Her black pawn had tea with my white
Our bishops talked
“What are they talking about?” I asked
“Hello,” she said, bobbing one up and down
“How are you?” she said, bobbing the other similarly
She giggled
“This is more fun than checkers,” she said
Amelia is in third grade
“The pieces are people,” she stated
“Can our queens be friends?” she asked
I paused
“That’s not how the game works,” I told her
She pressed her lips together
Then she reached over and touched her pawn
The one that was head to head with my pawn
“But they can still have tea, right?” she asked