Yesterday Erik asked me if we could have a funeral for his favorite stick that his brother Kurt so brazenly snapped in two. There was no saying no, so we dug a hole in the back yard, placed the broken stick into the earth, said a short prayer, and sang "Amazing Grace". But that did not completely satisfy Erik - he insisted that it have a grave stone, and he wrote on it:
Here lies stick - murdered by kurt
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That is hilarious! I love these stories! I'm learning we will have experiences like this as well...
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