Small things bring joy when big things are unspeakable
There were two news stories today that were both horrible, each in its own way. You can read about the decision by the Susan G Komen For the Cure foundation that will likely directly result in women dying, here and here. Or the unspeakable crimes against children perpetrated by a man who taught for 30 years at a school in Los Angeles, here.
And so, after dinner, during which I wore David out on my absolute disgust with Susan G Komen for the Cure, how I will never give them another dime, how last time I checked abortion was legal in America and whether or not you agree with it, putting womens health at risk because of someone’s religious agenda was appalling, and besides that’s only a fraction of what Planned Parenthood does, I was glad to have a funny little toddler to lighten the mood.
(By the way? Bless my husband’s heart. He listened. He agreed. I decided to keep him.)
Anyway. There is nothing more hysterical, when you are not quite three, then being naked. NAKED!
And our little daredevil celebrated the moment by doing some extreme tricycling. NAKED!
He’s going to be great fun at parties when he’s in college.