Two things were supposed to happen today:
Jack's birthday party and the Rapture.
One of them actually did.
I had considered laying a bunch of children's outfits out all over the park and telling Jack that the kids invited to his party were all taken up to heaven.
I decided against it.
Mostly because I felt like it was a lot of work and the joke would have been lost on him anyway.
Instead, we had a monster truck party.
It was awesome.
It involved a monster truck cake.
And yeah, I realize that if you really know me, this note isn't necessary.
Jack had a great time turning 6.
I had a great time being there.
Just a PSA about not letting your children walk out the back door and fall down some stairs onto a cement floor.