The son of our real-life daycare provider Deanna has died. By way of explanation, I am shown a picture of a broken porcelain toilet, with one whole side of the bowl broken off. Apparently he fell there and hit his head. I have this thought that he always was a little clumsy and careless (as he is). And at least she has a new baby (as she does in real life, just delivered a couple days ago).

Then I'm at some celebration in a field, with a long straight driveway that leads to our house. The party is cooler than I expected, and the most special people have four-wheelers. I think it would be really cool if I drove down the driveway on a quad or something, but it's a long walk back to the house.