While I was in cleaning mode today, I happened about several drawings lying on C-dub's floor. He had evidently channeled Picasso last night as there were several partially drawn on, crumpled papers, strewn about his room. As I collected the pages and tried to pile them into the resemblance of neatness, I glanced at each one admiring his art work.

It's amazing to see how he is really putting things together on paper and how his drawings are starting to form into stories. I love how he is actually starting to also write real words and sentences other than just some made up chicken scratch and goofy pictures of Taterbug. He's quite the little artist when he wants to be and I try to encourage him as I do with Taterbug.

While sniffling over C-dub's maturity and hugging his semi-stinky camouflage blankie close to my heart, I noticed that one picture really seemed to have been shining star for the night. Carefully drawn and complete with bubble narration, I picked up Picasso's piece to have a closer look. What was my prodigy writing? What was he trying to tell the world?

I read the top portion and realized it was some sort of brilliant comic strip piece:

Little man big mowth.

Charming and so descriptive!

The next sentence that caught my eye was on the bottom. He so loves the exclamation point - just like his mother! Oops, I did it again!!!

ha!!!!!! Brger!!

I'm not sure where he was going with the above comment but I'm sure it was on a path to brilliance. Before framing this little gem, I took a closer glance as the text in the bubble. It was scrawled hastily and evidently a very important part of his story as he had circled it:

How...molle crap

Molle crap? I whispered in awe at what message he was trying to say.

Molle crap?
Moley crap?
Holy crap?

When "holy crap" eventually came out of my lips, I knew we had a problem. I packed the page out into the living room and quietly asked my little trucker if he had authored this piece of work. He turned bright red and asked me, "Did ya read it Mom?" Upon being informed that I had in fact read it, he giggled nervously and then begged me not to show it to his dad. We then had a chat about writing naughty words in our artwork, and how his new first grade teacher would be none to thrilled to see this sorta thing written on his paperwork. He seemed to understand my concern, judging by the wide eyed look and apologies I received.

I eventually placed the picture into his memory box as a reminder of his first bout of censorship. I guess I should be happy that at least it wasn't a true cuss word...or that I didn't find him writing it in wet cement, directly adjacent to his name that he had also scrawled in. Let's just say that when you live in a small town, it's probably not the best idea to do that sorta thing and then lie about it to the coppers. Especially, when you have a unique name and the coppers happen to know your family very well. I think Hubby might have a comment or two about that...