Current mood:

depressed

9 Days
I don't know why, but I never really took the 9 days seriously (despite my car crash happening in or around that time, and many other bad things).
This year things just seemed to escalate dramatically:
Day 1: A finger gets cut (a friend, Thursday night).
Day 2: A knee gets scraped (my little brother, Shabbat day).
Day 3: A wrist gets broken (a friend, Saturday night).
Day 4: A death in the family.
There's still another few days to go, but it's hard to think of worse that could still happen.

My cousin's kids, upon hearing that their great-grandmother passed on:
"When my power ranger breaks we go to the toy store and buy a new one, so we should just go to the store, and get a new one!"
      Mendy, 9 years old.
"Don't you know?!? all you need to do is have a baby girl, name her Sonia, and then it's like she never left!!!"
      Daniella, 7 years old.
From the mouth of babes...