First off, Betty Duffy writing about her miscarriage. Alicia, please don't read. I'm praying for her and her family and remembering my miscarriage. She writes "Call me if you need anything." -- If only one could pinpoint exactly what grief requires, supply it, and be done. I wanted to not have to talk about it, to be silent and cry, and to not be alone. God grant her peace.
Secondly, on a much less serious note, I had to chase Nat around to prevent him from squeezing the lemon he was sucking on the furniture. I had to threaten to take the lemon away. What is wrong with my eldest? Why is he so weird? Don't answer that.