As we were leaving my parents home last week, I was struck by some writing I found on the ground.

More specifically, it was writing in the snow.  My son had written his name in the snow.  I had my camera and snapped a picture. 

My mother, my son's grandmother, saw the writing and said, "Oooh I need to get a picture of that."

To which I replied, "I already got it.  I'll send you a copy"

So that is really the entire purpose of this short little story.  I guess I was just happy that my son did not write his name on Grandma's front yard in a Yellow Font!