And when they are I would just like to say that they in no way reflect the thoughts and feelings of their parents. Got it? I have nothing to do with it.
Max has a new thing. He likes to point out the "bad guys". Unfortunately this leads to some embarrassingly public denunciations of the "bad guys" in our every day life.
Like the guys in hats and sun glasses at the store. "Look Mom! Bad guys!"
The two African-American men at the restaurant. "Dad! A bad guy! Another bad guy!" (This was so embarrassing. I can't even tell you. All Rob could do was correct Max, apologize and hope his eyes somehow communicated how NOT racist we really are.)
And then today, perhaps the worst. In the hallway of the Disneyland hotel, a somewhat tall (but not super tall) gentleman walked out of his room. Max gasped. "Look! It's a bad guy!" I responded the way I always do. "That's not a bad guy, Max." But then he went further, yelling, "It's a giant." And as the man walked past us and down the hall Max kept shouting. "Where's the giant going? Where'd the giant go?"
Are we sure that duct taping a child's mouth is abuse?
