Thanks, Max, thanks, Ned, and thanks, Jason. I needed to get it down, just in case, and I needed some reassurance, too. I didn't feel *mean*, the way I did after having a grandmother present her bawling tweenie granddaughter to me to apologize for stealing something from the store (I wanted to cry, too), but oy, that mother, defending her darling unsupervised vandals at all costs, apparently. I don't believe she'd go to the police - or at least, I'm sure she's well known to them, one way or another - but I do worry about nasty talk or actions against me or the store, and, well, it just felt bad to be yelled at. Bah. Nosey-Parker, indeed - that feeling of "well, you needn't have gotten involved", so that anything after was due to me, not them, I guess.
Pooey pooey per-fooey. Henry was patient ("I was *not* patient!" "Well, thanks for how you behaved tonight, even if you weren't") while I interacted, and mostly while we ate, I chatted, and the award speeches were given. He also got to look at some remote-controlled airplanes and run around with another 4-year-old. And yes, he knows setting fires in wooden buildings is dangerous.
Pooey pooey per-fooey. Henry was patient ("I was *not* patient!" "Well, thanks for how you behaved tonight, even if you weren't") while I interacted, and mostly while we ate, I chatted, and the award speeches were given. He also got to look at some remote-controlled airplanes and run around with another 4-year-old. And yes, he knows setting fires in wooden buildings is dangerous.
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