What a mean thing to do to a little boy
Today I accidentally let Sam see a woman get shot on a TV show that I was watching. I turned it off and sat there looking at him, waiting for his response. With a pretty solemn look, he kept saying, "Mommy, I not get red. I not get red, Mommy." I want to melt into the floor now as I write that. I held him, and told him that I'm sorry that he saw that woman die on the show. I tried to explain that it was a pretend story, that she didn't really die. I tried to talk to him about how things on TV are sometimes scary. I want him to feel free to have any kind of emotion with me and Dave. This is such a small thing in the whole scheme of things, but it brings up all kinds of fears in me about parenting. It's just so unbelievably scary. How in the world do people not all go stark raving mad? Maybe we all are mad in some way or other.