Today we mourn (again) the newly-discovered (by some) loss of our dear friend, Gary the Snail. Sweet Baby D is now bravely nursing his broken little baby heart: "MAMA IT IS TOO TERRIBLE!" Torrents of tears. The poor thing cried so hard his lips turned blue.

Then at bedtime he delivered a pitch perfect impression of my shit-tastic rendition of Mariposa, and we laughed until we couldn't breathe. The little bugger will be just fine.