Tears tonight. A delightful new sword, just uncovered in one of the many boxes we're still going through here, broke when Cory tried to bend it straight. He'd gotten all gussied up with holsters, dagger, and other weaponry only to have this favorite piece suddenly snap. So heartbreaking.
He's hopeful that we'll find another like it at a party store, but isn't yet convinced that anything will be quite as "just right." Poor guy. Life can come apart at the seams so quickly sometimes, bouncing from unexpected joy to devastation in an instant. Perhaps adding an ancient, brittle plastic sword to the mix was tempting fate a little too much this time.