Funeral

Yesterday afternoon while Sarah and I were talking, we heard some very strange discussion from the children. We looked over, and they had Mary, age 2, pretending to be dead, while Joseph gave a eulogy. Then they all buried her under plush chairs.

Later, when she got up, somebody announced that "God made her alive again!"

Heartbreaker

Stephen just swooshed into the room with his hands on his hips. "Excuse me," he announced in as booming of a voice as he could muster, "I am your hero. I am here to rescue a woman."

Chivalry ain't dead, yet.