I was working a secondary gig at a school for kids who have gotten expelled from their regular schools. My wife called and told me a plane had crashed into one of the world trade center buildings. I told one of the teachers there and we found a TV to turn on. Pretty quickly they had the kids watching the TV......and then the second plane hit and the announcer started talking about it being an attack on our country. The kids started cheering. I walked out. Laid the keys on the desk and left. Never went back.

I stopped on the way home and picked up Griffin from the babysitter. He was 3 and I spent the rest of the day in front of the TV watching the coverage and playing with him.

When the Redhead came home with the twins and we atarted working on dinner I looked over and saw that Grif had built a "tower" out of some of his blocks and was "flying" a toy airplane around......then he crashed it into the tower he built.

I cried.

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