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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

Date: 7/18/2019 9:35:00 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
Date: 7/19/2019 1:31:00 AM

It is sad to me that playing is something grown ups have to TEACH along with everything else.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/17/2019 9:07:00 PM

Pretty interesting stuff... No bull from four year olds. Thank God, they're not capable of it. Just pure truth. :) gw

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/18/2019 12:39:00 AM

They are the most honest we have. For sure!

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 7/17/2019 4:29:00 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
Date: 7/18/2019 12:39:00 AM

Thank you. And you know I mean it.