After being at a wake for several hours the adults start going a little batty. The kids had definitely lost their minds by the time seven o’clock rolled along. The girls had taken over the place, literally. Dahlia formed an all girl’s club you could only enter by knowing the passwords “ice cream” or “sausage”. Poor Jack had travelled from Dallas that morning with only a small cat nap for the day. He held up incredibly well. I was so glad to finally meet him.
Kids at the wake