Happy Birthday Mom!

 Dear Mom,

I know that you're still mad because I was born breach and you didn't get to have any of the good drugs, but look!  Your grandson made you a really cool present.

We started out with a blank puzzle. No I don't know where I got these blank puzzles.   I was cleaning out my closet the other day and there they were in a box.  Jimmy Hoffa was in that box as well--maybe they were his?

We traced Zane's hands onto the puzzle pieces.  Zane cooperated with my attempts to trace his hands, mostly because I wouldn't let him move any fingers while I was tracing. 

Since Zane knows that he holds his Grandma's heart in his hands(also her wallet), we drew a very red heart.  And then we colored the entire picture using as many crayons as possible. 

 
And now we take all the pieces apart and put them in a bag and bring them to Grandma's house so she can play(Zane's word).  Hooray!