- His mom let him get out of his car seat and out of the car THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW. OK, he didn't actually make it all the way out, but it was only because they were running late and his mom pulled him out before he could do it himself.
- He taught my daughter (and everyone else at school) to run around with pretend rifles yelling "FIRE!" and shooting at other people.
- He told a story to the kids at his table (I was there, as was his mom) about how he saw a movie where "there was a big alien and the guy shot...he shot...he shot...he shot!...he shot the alien and the alien exploded and got stuff all over the guy!"
Jeez, how old am I to be complaining about this? I need to go get some Depends before those darned kids egg my car.
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But look on the bright side! When he becomes a serial killer today, you can say, "I knew him when..."
"... a serial killer SOMEDAY," rather. Or maybe it could be today, I suppose. Hard to say!
I worked with Native people for several years, so my anthropological answer is "No, it's best to lay down the stereotypes and find something else to play with". The mother in me is screaming, "Oh, my God! Get this kid some psychiatric help soon before he starts killing the neighborhood pets!" By the way, I love your blog... sending this to my work from home husband.
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