Well, the election didn’t turn out how we hoped, nor how we thought it would. Depression was the mood of the house.

After we put Sennet to bed last night, he knew we were pretty devastated, Stacie had tears in her eyes. He came down about a half hour later and gave her this drawing he had done. He had looked at one of her shirts and done it in his bed.

Sweet boy.

The first thing he asked this morning was if Hillary had been elected. Sadly, I had to tell him no.