My poor angel. No one would confess to being the one who broke it, but everyone wanted to claim to be the one to find the broken pieces and carefully place them on the shelf so they wouldn't get lost. It occurred to me that many things get broken when raising five boys and it isn't just physical objects. Sometimes little boys break rules or situations or preconceptions. Sometimes they break your heart. I'm sure that will happen a lot as they get older.
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