Seeing your children hurt is more painful than anything personal one can possibly go through. This past weekend, I experienced that first hand. Five years ago, our children had the most memorable Christmas so far, when they were suprised with a pet tortoise - our first family pet. This past Saturday, Dasher died. I just couldn't keep it together while burying him in the backyard, Hannah picked up a dandelion - blew it till it was all gone, and wished that Dasher would come back to life! All three girls were absolutely heartbroken while it didn't even seem to phase Jackson! Taylor scolded him for jumping on his "grave" to which Jackson replied out of breath, "What? He can't feel it! He's dead!" Chip and I did all we could to hold back bursts of laughter while comforting sobbing girls. That was Saturday. Sunday morning, the plans were already being made for a pet hamster. Not if I can help it....
This is how the girls spend their Tuesday evenings - voting for Jordin Sparks!
