My Picasso

The love for his Mama was Andrew's main subject matter about six months ago. I got a lot of notes that said "I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU MAMA." The first, say, ten, went into the fire safe. Really. The next few went into his personal file folder in our office. The next several rotated a spot on the fridge and the last few may have been tossed accidentally. I will admit I began to take them for granted.

This was his magnum opus:

And then today I found this...this...this...I don't know what to call it. Art? HA!:

Translation: I have a new girlfriend.

I found this in his pocket when I was washing his uniforms. I laughed, but the tears welled up. What a fickle little monkey!

I know he's only six, but I think I would rather have found a joint. 'Cause then I would have to properly dispose of it. *Cough Cough* And I could have numbed the pain of my little guy moving on.