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3 strikes and I'm out.

last month when my uncle passed away, I was telling the kids we were having to go to Yoakum and we were going to church, that's why they had to dress nicely. that lovely question comes next, WHY?

Me: Uncle Fred was real sick and it was time for him to go to a better place.

Hunter: Did he die?

Me: Yes, Hunter. And everybody at church is going to be sad, but it's going to be okay. Uncle Fred is better now.

Hunter is in tears. I'm left trying to comfort him.

Strike one for mom.

A few days later we were driving by the cemetery and Kreg asks me a question about my grandparents being buried there. So, I decided to drive by their graves. We pull up next to them and I tell the boys that's where Popo's mom and dad were buried, my Granny and Grandpa. I turn around to look at the boys and Hunter is in hysterics, tears flowing and he's trying to shield his face so I can't see. I try to explain to him that it's okay. My granny and grandpa were sick and yes I miss them, but it's okay. I'm not sad anymore. The kid cries the whole way home.

Strike two for mom.

Last week after I spent the afternoon tilling up my front yard, I was explaining to Kreg how old that darn tiller was and that my dad got it back after my Meme had passed away. I turn around to see Hunter was listening to our conversation and is now crying at the mear mention of someone passing away. Through his tears he asked me who was going to get the tiller when Popo was gone? Did I think he could have it?

Strike three for mom.

Shouldn't I be out? Nah....Let's leave it to me to let the poor kid watch Bambi today. 'Nuff said.
And you guys wonder why I don't want a girl to raise.