I picked up Zeke at school yesterday, as I normally do. He presented me with a fabulous hand-drawn piece of artwork complete with a tree, tire swing, a big yellow sun, and some birds and bugs. I told him how much I loved it and how great it was. He promptly told me that all of the other boys were allowed to paint theirs...but he wasn't. I asked him why. His response? Because he said "wiener".