Monday, April 14, 2008

Where would a nine year old get an idea that murder is played as a game?
This is a little girl, an average little white kid. Had I not been there and heard the whole
conversation, I would not have believed it. Had my own child talked to me about it, I truly would have thought she misunderstood this little girls intentions. I was floored to say the least.
This is a little girl on my child's softball team. She asked my daughter over to her house and murder was on the play agenda. I told my child no and not to ask again. There was something just to odd about that. Why would she want to play that, and what happens when make believe no longer satisfies her. It wasn't cops and robbers. It wasn't CSI. It was lets pretend we're going to murder someone. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it.
Her mother wasn't phased by it, she seemed to think it was a normal thought pattern for a child.
I can't use young mother as an excuse to offset the child's behavior, this mother is forty.
My mind refuses to let this go and yet it cannot process it to understand it fully. There is no precedent for it, at least not in my realm as a mother. What worries me is how many more are out there just like her. The Mosquito Coast is looking better and better everyday.