Dear Hard-working Mother, I see that you have your hands full. You have your work uniform on. Dominos, ey? You probably bust your butt just to pay the rent. I applaud you. I see youre in a rush to get some food for yourself and your bouncing baby boy. Again, I applaud you. I do, however, have a bone to pick with you. As your hunger consumed you, you allowed a national epidemic to start consuming your son. As your baby boy pretended to shoot us with his toy gun, I was jolted into the future. Now, bouncing baby boy is a badass twenty years old. His eyes are familiar, but that hunger for violence is even stronger. Now, I know you got a sub to catch and eat, and in a moment, you will be eating oh so fresh. Just hold on a sec. Who put that toy in your babys hand? You dont have to let it be a gun. Youre the mother. Put a doll, a yo-yo, some silly putty, play-doh, or better yet, a book in that boys hands. Make him hungry for knowledge; to make this world a better place. Enjoy your lunch. Sincerely, A Concerned Witness
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 22:54:38 +0000
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