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I got on an hour and a half ago to update my iPod, and here I am.
This is what Minesweeper does to kids from good neighborhoods.
While I am updating the best journal ever, let me relate an anecdote I've had the occasion to tell a couple of times over the past few days.
My grandmother's funeral was held a couple of years ago this month. Jack was eight at the time and one of the pallbearers. I know I definitely wasn't well-equipped to handle death at that age, so I watched with wonder as Jack carried himself maturely throughout the day. At the wake, he even took a moment to stand beside my grandmother's casket. A few moments later, Jack was still there, stroking my grandmother's hand. Such a brave kid.
We began to worry when another minute still found him paying his respects. My mother approached him, and Jack proudly pointed out the popped collar of the deceased's refined black suit. "Look, Mom," he announced, "she's a vampire!"
If only we could all have that constitution.
This is what Minesweeper does to kids from good neighborhoods.
While I am updating the best journal ever, let me relate an anecdote I've had the occasion to tell a couple of times over the past few days.
My grandmother's funeral was held a couple of years ago this month. Jack was eight at the time and one of the pallbearers. I know I definitely wasn't well-equipped to handle death at that age, so I watched with wonder as Jack carried himself maturely throughout the day. At the wake, he even took a moment to stand beside my grandmother's casket. A few moments later, Jack was still there, stroking my grandmother's hand. Such a brave kid.
We began to worry when another minute still found him paying his respects. My mother approached him, and Jack proudly pointed out the popped collar of the deceased's refined black suit. "Look, Mom," he announced, "she's a vampire!"
If only we could all have that constitution.