My son, the catholic

My son came home from school today with this tribute to my father that he had done in his art class. I was really surprised by both what he had done and the assignment (seemed a bit religious for a bunch of liberal artsy teachers since "Día de los muertos" is a catholic thing, but I loved it)

Here is the green box he made- I threw in the pic of my pops just for the shrine effect:

He said that the little guy inside was an alien with a spaceship on the right because my dad made an alien and a spaceship that is in his friend's front yard.

Close up of what he wrote...

Translation for those who don't speak a 4th grade gringo level Spanish-

My grandfather likes to play with me. My grandfather was an artist. My grandfather lived in Sonora. My grandfather likes to eat pancakes with peanut butter. I tell him he is a good grandfather. I like my grandfather.

Well I took some liberties with fixing his grammar a bit, but that is the gist... I was very touched and cried a little bit.

Long live the memory of Hippieartist