Sadly, we lost a member of our family last week. Root Beer became the victim of a hit and run. Luckily it was Wade and not the kids who found her. Max was pretty sad and cried a little bit. Nikki tried really hard to be sad for about 2 seconds. Then all she cared about was finding out how flat she'd been squished. "Is she flat like a pancake?" Now she likes to tell everyone, "Our cat got squished by a car and we're going to put her in a box and bury her and she's gonna turn into a skeleton." Is my daughter unusually morbid? Poor Root Beer. We'll miss you, well, some of us will (Wade not as much).