Exposed

Today while I was innocently sitting on my parents porch, my mom pulled into the drive way, and walked over to me, shaking her finger and saying, "We have a problem."  Uh, yeah. To put it mildly. She handed me a piece of paper.
"When the boys were at Sharon's they were so good. They stopped to visit Grandpa [at the nursing home] and while they were there Gabe drew a picture, which was immediately hung up on the wall next to Great Grandpa's bed. Today, " my dear sweet mother continued, "I took that picture down."
This is what my eight year old son drew. What was hanging next to my grandfather's bed for two weeks.

(Photo has been censored.)

It was a conversation I wasn't planning on having with my son for at least a couple more years.