Crunch. From now on, I only buy plastic snow globes. Lately, D has enjoyed looking at a very nice one of these while I read him a story at bedtime. Today, unfortunately, K knocked it off the shelf (hey, come on, you try balancing yourself at a full-term pregnancy) and crash! it shattered.

We were, of course, all barefoot at the time, but at least D was in a good mood. I'd hate to think how he would have reacted if he had been crying and screaming all day. Then again, maybe it would have cheered him up.

In any case, he kept asking "Want the snowman?" as I cleaned up the glass, water, and snow, and K read to him. Is it too early to try to explain about death?