we went to midway last night and aunt kristen ruled all. not only because of the amazing gift of a mustache she gave my son, but also because of the quote by theodore roosevelt hanging in the boys bathroom. i will hang it for my boys as well.
"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out howthe strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."
-----he's coping the things we do now, coughing, clearing our throats, "dadadada".-----