Last night like many three year olds my daughter was passed out on my lap. Of coarse she neglected to take a nap opting for rambunctious play instead. I went to put her down for bed after a busy day for us all. I tucked her in and she began to lightly sob. I asked why like any man trying to fix rather than console. A minute passed or for me seemed like forever. She pointed up to the ceiling and said "My brother is in heaven and its sad" This choked me up like a bad boxed cookie sold at ho
