Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose

Where Are Your Guns

Where are your holsters?
I don’t have any.
Where do you keep your guns?
I don’t have any.
What is wrong with you?
Lots of things.
He gives me a smirk.

Seconds later….
Do you have knives?
This is asked hopefully.
Sure.
Where are they?
I stare at this four-year-old I agreed to watch for a few hours.
Why do you want to know?
I want to be able to defend myself.

From who?
The bad guys?
What bad guys?
The BAD GUYS that are everywhere.
Let’s swing, Want to?
No. I want my tablet.
Why?
So I can kill bad guys.
I hid the tablet after a bit, so he was forced to swing and slide.
He professed to hate it, as he went down the slide giggling like a hyena.

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Panagiota Romios July 18, 2019 at 9:35 AM Too much Internet not enough Interaction. I do think we have all got the same malady kids have.Gorgot how to play. GET OFF LINE, PAnagiota Caren Krutsinger July 19, 2019 at 1:31 AM It is sad to me that playing is something grown ups have to TEACH along with everything else.

Gershon Wolf July 17, 2019 at 9:07 PM Pretty interesting stuff... No bull from four year olds. Thank God, they're not capable of it. Just pure truth. :) gw Caren Krutsinger July 18, 2019 at 12:39 AM They are the most honest we have. For sure!

Michelle Faulkner July 17, 2019 at 4:29 PM Its sad kids are forgetting how to play, and need their elders to remind them! (also - 'whats wrong with you/lots of things = awesome!) Caren Krutsinger July 18, 2019 at 12:39 AM Thank you. And you know I mean it.