B and T both have classmates that are brother and sister to each other. T has another classmate who is cousin to these kids. You may have heard of them, they were all on the local Denver news recently.

I am trying really hard to not be a crazy judgmental bitch about this, but I am finding it hard since have known 6 of these kids and for several years now and I kinda love them a little. The boy has been in class with B since kindergarten and is just sweet as sugar. Two of the girls are in T's class and I just had a rather emotional goodbye with the mother of one before school ended. We have been friends for a while and our kids are pals. So, when someone piles all 8 of them in a car and then crashes that car, I get a little touchy.

I am angry because this happens all the freaking time. One of the moms drops all the kids of at school in the morning (5 attended our school) and another mom picks them up at the end of the day. The mom I am friends with walks, but the sisters all drive. None of the kids are ever, ever buckled up. It just seems like this was bound to happen, and now it has, and a baby has died. It is devastating.

I am angry because I feel ashamed. I cannot tell you how many times I have let the boys pile in the car with a friend or two to drive the few blocks to the video store or grocery up the street. I also could not begin to count how many times I have let one of the boys sit up front, knowing fully that it is unsafe. This could have easily been me, and I feel disgusted with myself now that is thrust in my face.

Tomorrow, we will buy balloons and cards and go see our friends in the hospital. I guarantee you my kids will be in their carseats.