Friday, February 23, 2007

"Oh Mommy, I'm so sorry."

One thing you never want to hear from a boy holding a hockey stick is, "Oh Mommy, I'm so sorry." Then he hugged me tightly and said, "I SOOOO broke the window."

You can always count on kids to keep you grounded, when you are waxing philosophic about the meaning of life and death, they yank you back into the here and now. I've been keeping busy today talking to window repair contractors and stained glass shops.


Melanie said...

Oh, no! Such a pretty window, too.

Beth said...

Gulp. Sorry, hun, I'm trying not to giggle. I do hope you find a suitable replacement for that awesome window.

Cakes said...

LOL! I remember that sound! Kinda makes me sad we left hockey behind in Minnesota.