This is my first Sad Story Saturday. I've got lots of 'em for you. I'll ease you into it with a not-as-sad story. Hey! is that our now dead Rubik Cube in this picture? And I am laughing OUT loud because what you probably can't see to the right of that is my oldest son's wooden ladybug (the backside) that he made in Kindergarten. He gave it to our Lego friend and she gave it back with his information on the back (if found return to...). You know, in case it ever gets LOST. Bahhaaaaa.
Sad Story Saturday is a result of me turning into my Mother who has turned into my Grandmother. Always a sad and tragic story to tell... It is inevitable that I will soon be retelling the tragic stories I heard on the 5 o'clock news. Did you know so-and-so was killed in her car when the big concrete pipes on the truck next to her were not bolted down properly and rolled on top of her? You know the neighbor that fell off a ladder and killed himself, right? She fell right through the attic and broke her neck. I don't know about your older family members but most all of mine that are over the age of 80 have fallen in a fire as a child. One great grandmother even died by falling in a fire cooking or something.
Anyway, here we go with something light. It is the FP Knights Castle that my boys don't play with. I just love it and want to keep it for myself. Just like the Little People they never played with and I now hold on to hope that Baby Girl will have some affection for. With boys, this was probably the closest thing to a Doll House that I could get. I guess they couldn't find a way to destroy my house with it. So, now I shall move it to my basement to get it out of the way (because I refuse to part with it). It makes me sad to think that they are getting too big to play with this stuff and that they never played with it when they were small enough. Sad, no? Well, light for sure. Just you wait. I have stories of deceased family members coming.
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