Because I'm her mother, I have the ability to read any expression on Lena's face. This saves her the trouble of having to talk and other such nonsense. In this picture her face is saying, "Oh, hello mother. Is there some sort of a problem here? As far as I can tell, I'm not doing anything wrong... so why do you look kinda shocked?"
And this one... "You don't think I should be playing with chalk, hey? Well, I'm not really playing with it, so much as I'm eating it. Although, I don't know why I'm eating it, it really doesn't taste very good. But... I'm a baby, and I just can't help myself, so eat it I will."
This one is pretty obvious, I think... "What??? What do you mean I'm not allowed to play with chalk ever again? I hardly see how that's fair! I hardly even made a mess at all."
"Well, whatever. I guess I'll just go inside and see if I can find a box of
Kleenex to rip to bits. That's much more fun anyhow, and definitely more tasty."