So got some folks/issues to address: To the really really awesome tatted up southside guy at Target who dove for the clay Noah tossed about 3 yards after he used it to clobber me over the head ...Thank you. Chivalry is not dead, your eyes were super kind, your demeanor telling me maybe you knew this was not just one of those brat situations. You calmed my nerves when I started to lose it, panicking just a bit from the blow to the head. It has been soooooo long since weve seen this behavior. I sort of went a bit PTSD and started to shake and you brought me right back. To the uber-uuuuuuber blonde with the Fendi bag and gucci glasses. Sweet, sweet sugar plum angel face. Your mom should have raised you better. Staring is rude, your mouth agape, and then, for extra affect, stepping closer to get a better look then eye-rolling and laughing saying, Oh my God, unreal. UNREAL?!?!! Yes, your conduct, unreal. The tragedy of what has happened to my son and hundreds of thousands of children in this country, UNREAL. Him melting down because he got not one not two but scammed FOUR blueberry breakfast bars from Trader Joes filled with soy and gluten and canola oil and carageenan and malodextrin...not so unreal. In fact, medically inevitable, and a scientifically PROVEN outcome for spectrum kids with bowel disease and metabolic disease (aka autism) Im not sure but I think I saw you get into a Prius and you were shopping at Target. Seriously. We are all just PEOPLE. You are the kinda person, it seems to me, who, upon walking into the stoning of an innocent may just very well pick up a rock and say who are we killing? and then dive in and do it just for the sake of doing it. And lastly...to me...how in the flying FLIP did I ever allow these breakfast bars back into our lives?!?!? Because I got lazy this summer and I let the neurotypicals eat crap. LESSON LEARNED. :(
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 20:09:29 +0000
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