We were driving to my mom's house tonight to visit. We were passing the Midvale Cemetery and Brad sighs and says, "Oh mom, look out your window. It is so beautiful." I looked out my window and it was beautiful. All the Christmas flowers and wreaths were still on the graves. He was so sincere and meant it with all his heart. It is good to know that my testosterone filled boy can be sensitive sometimes.
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everytime we pass a cemetary, I find myself explaining for the 100,0000th time that yes, dead people are burried there. They don't quite get it.
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