The sherif brought us chili for dinner that night. His kids came with him, and they were really cute. Him and my mom were talking, and I was playing with his two little boys. They were 4 year old twins named Tyler and Bradley. It turns out sherif's wife died three years ago. She had breast cancer, and it spread to her lungs, then to her brain. They ended up staying for dinner, and enjoyed it very much. It definitely cheered me up from last night.
After supper we watched Veggie tales because the boys wanted to. They went home at about 9:30. The boys fell asleep, and I carried them out to the car. I kissed their heads,and went back inside.
