Riding BART on Sunday Mabel sat in my lap and rootled through my backpack until she had located paper and pens and a hard pink folder to draw against. I drew the row of dots (as ants) under Mabel's direction. She drew all the rest.
Unlike someone who has already learned to write standard English, she produced these figures by working from right to left. For Mabel, to draw a straight line with a clearly marked start and stop is still a remote ideal, but one she can be seen pursuing here with her habitual ferociousness.