He didn't win anything and he was super bummed about it. I proceeded to cheer him up with all of my best mommy speeches about doing your best and being proud of your work. blah blah blah...
He doesn't look convinced and hands me his form to throw away. I quickly glance through it and something catches my eye. In the middle of the form in very large lettering my son has written, PEE PEE ON THE LAWN.
"Ummm.... Em, why does your form say, pee pee on the lawn?" I ask.
"Because, my pot is yellow and it looks just like the color of pee!" he replies.
"Well, that explains why you didn't win." I tell him. "The judges are a bunch of people who are looking to be inspired about how we can all love each other and you write pee on your entry form? That pretty much sealed the deal for you."
He shrugs and concludes, "Well, it does look like pee... oh well!" Then happily skitters out the door to play.
The moral of the story is, don't name your art after bodily fluids.
I hope we've all learned a valuable lesson today. I know I have.