The Eulogy

Logan was busy presiding over the eulogy for his bath time toys when I inadvertently committed some sort of faux pas.

"Dad, you inturrupted the death sequence ritual."

Did I?

"What?" I asked. 

"Wait," he said, "what's it called, you know, the ceremony?"

"A funeral?" I ventured. 

"Right!"

- 3 July 2016