Day Thirty-Two: Blogger’s Choice
Two years ago, I broke my middle son’s heart on Christmas day. It was an accident, a rookie mistake. He was 9 years old at the time and a savvy fellow, using words larger than his life span should allow. At the same time his most prized gift this Christmas was a joke hand buzzer. He shouted with joy, I mean, shouted and I mean JOY when he opened it. It cost…