My Diseased Mind

At Least We Know He’s Mine

Tonight, The Boy showed me a picture that he drew on the back of a notebook. Along with this picture, he had a story.

I drew it during history class while Mr. Scott was on the phone. He was talking to his mom’s doctor. She died. Well, she didn’t die; he’s trying to decide whether or not to pull the plug.

Here is the picture in question:

That’s mah boy!