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 The kids had a rough day today, they lost a long time friend in “Winnie” our oldest cat. He died in his sleep last night and my wife and I found him amidst my shoes in the nether reaches of our closet. So, as a treat after dinner we went out for ice cream/snow balls at Rita’s a once local tradition that has now spread like wild fire in the mid-Atlantic. Anyways, we came home with gelatis, custard cones with sprinkles and sticky hands. The kids went out back to finish their cones when, predictably, our youngest (professor toddler) dropped her cone. An aside on kids and ice cream cones, as a parent you can count on your kid dropping part of their ice cream cone almost 100% of the time up until age 4. Back to the dropped ice cream, at first our toddler started whining but soon she looked at the fallen ice cream as an opportunity to experiment. I don’t know what possesses a kid to do this, but she started stomping on the ice cream in sandals. From our back window "Hot Wife" saw this and it galvanized her into action as she clamored to back porch faster than you can say “double scoop” and yelled:
I mean what the frig is that sentence really? Let’s look at it in excruciating detail:
"You do not step on the ice cream." Gotta love what kids bring out in us. As for the rough day, my five year old (our middle child) was quite fond of our old cat and I was really curious to see if she was going to show some emotion in regards to losing her friend. She hadn't showed any signs of it all day, granted they found out right before they caught the bus and after she returned home she was either playing/cleaning/eating. Finally, it was bedtime/time for prayers, and when we said prayers I asked all of them to name something that they loved about "Winnie" and to talk about their memories of him. My five year old had the best answer as she recalled that she loved to scratch him on his chin. Which she did all the time. She would look into his eyes like she was transfixed and rub his chin just the way cats like. Still, though, no emotion. It seemed odd as she loves all animals and really has a magical way with them which is inspiring to me. As we finished sharing our memories, I told the girls that we believe (when we die) that we will see those we love again and we will be reunited. I told them that our love for each other will always keep us together and that Winnie loved us and as long as we love him we will see him again. I was getting really existential, and I was really hoping one of them would break down and cry a little, but nope none of them did. As I was about to leave the room and return the toddler her bedroom I heard my 5 year old start to cry. I was so proud. She was the only one that did cry and I can't really explain why, but it made me proud to see her cry. I suppose what I was impressed with was her display of humanity. The other two didn't seemed phased by the entire ordeal of losing a pet, but I am so glad she was. All You Gots to Do is Click            
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