It's windy in Washington right now. I'm watching the last part of Gerald Ford's funeral, and everyone outside is freezing their tushes off. It was a lovely service with some nice speeches. Had to shed a tear watching Betty--so frail, brave and sad.
Husband, 3 year old, and I had a hilarious conversation about Betty Ford this morning on the way to school/work.
We were passing a school with the American flag at half-mast. I, ever-looking for teachin' opportunities, said to 3yo, "See how the flag is only halfway up the flag pole? People put it at half-mast like that to say that they are sad about something, or remembering something sad. They are sad now because Gerald Ford, who was one of our presidents, died this week." 3yo said, "Just because he died, we can still love him." (Something we've said about grandpa.) "That's right," I answered, "And we can love his wife Betty too. She's still alive, and has helped many, many people." "Oh, can we visit her?" 3yo asked. "No, God willing, we'll never have to visit Betty Ford," I replied. Husband and I howled at that one. 3yo was confused, of course, since we had just been talking tenderly about something sad.