Yesterday, as we were on our way for a full day at a county fair, we stopped at the cemetery to water Alex's flowers. I had just been there on Friday, one day earlier, but Steve requested that we stop, so we stopped. As we were standing there and Sam was running around picking up all the grave decorations that had fallen over, Steve put his arm around me and said, "He should be with us at the fair today."
You know what I said in response?
A day later, I still can't believe I said it.
"I know, but can we NOT talk about it? I don't want to ruin the day."
What the hell is wrong with me?!?!