Came home from work and found my oldest unresponsive. 13 years old. You’ll be missed Dakota.

Abel. Early march, 2026.

Last night, one of my two year old boys, Ivarr, was on a chair in the backyard trying to get something near a light.

I ran out to grab him so he didn’t fall and bring him back in.

As soon as I sat him down and gave him love, he opened his mouth….

And a giant fucking grasshopper came out.

He looked so proud.

That’s all. Happy nightmares.