It has happened. That dreaded day that all mothers of little boys fear. The last kiss. The day that as you drop your son off at school they ask you in a very grown up voice, if you can please not kiss them goodbye in front of everyone. Sigh. I knew it was coming. I’ve been there twice before. Now we will strike a deal to get that sweet little kiss before we get to school. I quickly put my feelings into this little sketch while they are foremost in my mind. I wish I had the time today to paint my feelings, but it is not to be, so I will have to be satisfied with a quick sketch for now. My only consolation is that they get over this phase and in their late teens, don’t mind and even welcome the extra attention as they stand towering over me.