Tuesday, December 13, 2005
My nephew Landon's hermit crab died today. His name was Hermie and he was a good little crab. Landon is 4 1/2 and just sobbed as his daddy dug the hole for the little crustacean's burial. He was crying so hard that he almost made me cry (darn hormones!). After the burial he asked me if he could fly now.
Me: Yes, because Hermie's in heaven, he can fly, eat as much candy as he wants, and he never has to take naps.
Landon: What does his shell look like now?
Me: I think it has diamonds and pearls all over it.
Landon: started to cry even harder
Me: Why does that make you so sad? Hermit crabs love diamonds and pearls!
Landon: Because if he has a different shell, how will I know him from all the other crabs?
Doesn't that just break your heart?