The weather has changed. We're talking Fall here. The Halloween decorations mitigate the cooling off a bit for me. Sunday my daughter and I went to a Halloween store and she picked out giraffe ears and tail for her teaching, and then got some gloves and stuff for some kind of Tron outfit for a party with her friends. There was a tiny boy there trying on pig ears, but later we saw he had settled for being a firefighter. There was some majorly scary stuff in the store, and he was saying he was scared. The parents should have thought that one out more thoroughly. They could have gone to a toy store. But then, every R rated movie I go to there are small children dragged along with their parents, and I always wonder if it is worth the nightmares and trips into the room for comforting. However, maybe those parents don't comfort their kids, and that leads to thoughts scarier than the movie.
I'm being judgmental, a habit I've been trying to crack for years. I just saw too much bad stuff between working in the DA's office in Victim Assistance and the years in battered women's shelters. Some children are all alone in a terrifying world. My friend and I used to threaten to kidnap some of these kids to rescue them. Social services seldom got their act together to save them. But we never did. We had our own kids and no where to run. But it tore us up. So I'm a little over reactive as a result.
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