I Must Not Laugh. I Must Not Laugh.

I got through changing the various air filters around the house to discover that our five-year-old had just finished creating a birthday card for his grandfather, who he calls Papa:

He was so damn proud of this kite drawing but he said, oddly shyly, "I don't think I spelled Papa right and that top part is in pen".  I helped him get a marker and made the correction to that word as well as I could.

He was happy, and I left the other stuff alone.