Perspective

The three of us were trying to have dinner last Saturday night. An overtired Charlotte had decided she did not want "macky cheese", and instead she wanted to cry and yell as loud as she could. Which she did.

For all I cared, Char could have been singing. I could see the muted TV over her shoulder and the news coverage coming from Newtown, Connecticut.

Every child is irreplaceable, and I don't think I'm equipped to handle that kind of a loss.

God, I feel for those people.