Today my oldest turns 9. I wish, for his sake, I could get a handle on my emotions and cheer up. But I’m just not doing too well. Grief really does suck. I’m not sure why our family has been a target of so much depressing stuff this year, but I sure hope that 2004 is better. Please Lord, let it be better for us!

J1 (almost 9) is playing a math game on the computer. In it a character taunts him by saying, “What’s a matter – you afraid of cats?” To which J1 replies “I’m not afraid of nuttin!” (short pause and quieter voice) “Except monsters under my bed!”

LOL It was all I could do not to laugh out loud! And, poor kid! I thought he was waaaay past all that!