Sitting at the mall with Susan and baby Katie. She's telling me about Shaun's grandma asking if Katie had a Christmas dress.
A few minutes later she apologizes for talking about Christmas dresses.
It's okay, I say. I hadn't even thought of it.
Then she apologizes for bringing it up.
I pulled Mischa's Christmas stocking out the other day. "Baby's First Christmas" it says. I guess she can use it again this year.
There will be other babies. There will be other Christmases.
But fuck this year.
This year I just don't want to do it.
