"An 'Angry Mob?'", I ask.
"Yeah. Here (holding up her toy broom) is my pitchfork".
"Where did you get that from?"
"TV."
Time to monitor what she's viewing.
Young, Impressionable Mind
My daughter was running through the house this morning yelling and shaking a toy broom in the air. I asked her what all the noise was about, and she told me she was an 'angry mob'.
"An 'Angry Mob?'", I ask. "Yeah. Here (holding up her toy broom) is my pitchfork". "Where did you get that from?" "TV." Time to monitor what she's viewing.
Posted by Surly Dave on
Thursday, September 14, 2006
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kingdavid (www):I wrote something one time along these same lines. It was about regrets in life, of which I have few. I don't regret never having run with the bulls in Pamplona, or visiting Paris in springtime. I went on to say that I would have loved to have been part of a large riotous mob looting and ransacking its way through a major urban city. (joking of course) The point was, what goes through the minds of people that do participate in this kind of behavior? They're worse than whacked out bulls on crack in Pamplona.
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