Those poor boys

So this heartbreaking story is big news around here. Yesterday I was busy making some treats for a Superbowl party we were going to (suck it, Patriots!) and heard about it from N when he came home from counting the tithing at church.

Unfortunately we didn't realize that E could overhear us talking and so we ended up with a distraught little boy who kept asking us "Why did the kids blow up? Was there a bomb in their house?"

I was baffled and didn't know what to say. N and I had one of those silent exchanges of meaningful glances and then commenced to flat out lied to E that no, the kids did not blow up and that everything was okay. And then we went on to assure him that our house was very safe and didn't have any bombs in it.

And then we went over to our friend's house where E ate treats and played games and then forgot about the whole thing. But I'm still thinking about it today.