Stranger Danger

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Above is a picture of Cherish Lilly Periwinkle of Jacksonville, FL.

She was 8 years old, when she, her mother and 2 younger sisters were shopping at Walmart. Her mom didn’t notice she had vanished, and within hours was found dead. 

{Read the Article here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/06/22/charish-lilly-perriwinkle-body-found-dead-donald-james-smith_n_3483380.html#slide=321829}

I’m gonna take a minute here to vent. 

Now, I’m not judging anyone here. But we’ve all been at Walmart and seen how people there “keep an eye on their kids”. Yeah, right. 

Just the other day, actually, I was checking out some cheap tops and shorts ($3.88 each!!!!) and I heard giggling. I look up, and theres two little girls, one about 5 and one 8ish. The younger was hiding in a clothing rack, and the 8 year old was looking for her sister. Cute, right?

Where’s their mother? 

Okay fine, we’re all like:

Dude seriously watch your f*ckin kids, they’re running around everywhere all obnoxious and shit.

Either way..even people who don’t have kids think this at least once in Walmart, and can detect a parenting flaw here.

And of course, no parents in sight. OH WAIT! There’s a lady who’s kind of the same features. On her cell phone, about 30 yards away, rounding a corner walking away from her kids.

It’s women like these that I don’t feel bad for when their kids go missing.

Don’t misread me, I feel saddened, and it breaks my heart that this happened. The poor little girl must’ve been so scared, and didn’t understand why this man was doing what he was doing to her. She probably cried for her mommy. 

Believe me, it doesn’t take me to be a mother for my heart to break.

On the flip side of things, I’m trying to feel bad for the mom. I read about 10 other articles about this and the mother’s story has changed 3 times.

“Oh she was going to get a cheeseburger..”

“OH! She was going to look at dresses….”

“No no, this guy came up and I didn’t even realize she left with him….”

Uh..if my 4 year old is out of my sight for T MINUS three seconds, I panic. Apparently her child was gone for a solid 25 minutes before she even notified store clerks.

She might be a totally normal, super good mom who had a terrible accident. 

OR she’s just like any of the other mothers I’ve seen at Walmart. Totally oblivious to what their children are doing, and much too lazy to actually watch them.

You mean I have to be a parent? And put my iPhone down, and lose this stage of Candy Crush? But why?? I’m sure my 8 year old is fine wandering around on her own. It is a store, someone will watch her for me….right?

Wrong. It’s your job to keep that kid safe. A common misconception is that a child will scream if a stranger comes up to them or tries to take them.

Well let me bore you with another anecdote from my life, to further educate you on how important it is to watch your child:

I lived in West Haven growing up, and our Elementary School teamed up with the local news to run a “Stranger Danger” related program for children.

It was a one hour ‘class’, if you will, educating kids the dangers of going with people they don’t know. 

The classroom they videotaped housed about 15 kids, ages 6-8. 

In the class, the children were told not to go with anyone they didn’t know, no matter what. Even if the strangers offered to buy them something nice, take them somewhere fun, or even take them per their parents request.

15 kids were then brought to the town playground and let loose to play. After about 15 minutes, one at a time, a “Stranger” (local news crew member) approached each child, one by one. 

13 out of 15 children voluntarily went with the stranger.

Why??

Well to help you understand the basic psychology of a child, children don’t see the danger in helping a nice old man look for his lost puppy down the street. The word stranger is probably drowned out by the word ‘puppy’.

You’re better off simply handing your kids over to criminals if you really, truly believe that they are safe to say no, make judgement calls on who to go with or not go with, or to fend for themselves in such situations.

Moral of the story: Parent your child. You’re the only one who can protect them.

Expecting them to make the right decision in that type of situation is a stupid, negligent,  dangerous Russian Roulette to play with your childrens’ lives.

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By Micayla

“MA! We’ve been at this light ALL DAY!”

A cocktail of funny sayings, compliments to my four year old.

A confession!
Kali (my four year old) just said to me:
“Mommy sometimes I’m sneaky, and I go into the kitchen and get a lollipop. And then I EAT IT! Because its SO yummy. But I had to tell you because its not nice.”
hahahahaha. In the words of Ron Burgundy, “Kal, I’m not even mad, I’m impressed”

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HAHAHA I asked Kali: “Who’s the cutest little thing in the whole world?! (meaning her)
and she responds: “Chocolate Chip Cookies”
LOL

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Me: Such a shame you’re not being good, I was so gonna bring you to the pool later if you were good.
Kali: I DONT WANNA GO TO THE POOL!
Me: (yeah right face)
Kali: Okay fine, I do.

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(Staring at Kali)
Kali: What???
Me: I can’t look at you? You’re cute.
Kali: Yeah you can look at me you’re the boss. But I’d rather you didn’t.

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(Kali on an imaginary phone)
“Listen, I already asked her. She won’t buy the pony. She said I have too many toys…..I don’t HAVE a job. I need one to get money to buy the pony….okay call me back..”

(Who the heck is she on the phone with?? Hahahaa)

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Me: Remind me not to buy you stickers anymore, because you never put them on things that are yours.
Kali: (sticks one on my cheek) You’re mine.

:3

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Carseat roadrage at its finest:
(At a pretty long red light)
Kali: …..UGH MA. This lights been red ALL DAY. Come ON already.
hahaha

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(After she’s done scribbling in her tinkerbell notebook)
Me: what’d ya write?
Kali: I can’t read it to you.
Me: why not?
Kali: because I think I called you a booger..like 2 times.

(Not once but TWICE)

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Kali: I have good news and bad news. The GOOD news is I’m eating all of my cocoa puffs. The bad news is I gotta poop.

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Me: Kal did you eat all that popcorn??
Kali: Noo Mom, I don’t really like popcorn.
Me: Oh. okay. Want some chicken for dinner?
Kali: No thank you, I’m full, I ate ALOT of popcorn.
Me:……

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(I find blank CD on the table)
Me: What’s on this cd??
Kali: Pearl Jam.
Me: ????????? How do you know who that is?!?!?!

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(Kali’s toy drops on the floor off of the table)
Me: Why you throwin stuff???
Kali: I didnt throw it, it fell OFF the table i didn’t even touch it stop freaking out.
Me: hahahahaha

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By Micayla

A Lick of Advice

I think I’ll start this blog with the best advice I’ve ever gotten as a mother.

Of course it came from my maternal Grandmother; the guru of grass stains, the master of macaroni and meat sauce, the expert of easter dinner- I think you get the point. After 7 children of her own, helping to raise over 20 grandchildren and 7 great -grandchildren, she was the matriarch of our family, teaching all of us the right way to raise our kids (if we took the advice or not, was our prerogative).

She can get a baby to stop crying, a toddler to eat their peas, and a child to stop jumping on the couch, all while dishing out love with a liberal hand, and barely raising her voice.

My daughter had just turned four years old, and we were at grandma’s house for a weekly Sunday visit.  Kali had complained she was hungry, so I took out a can of Chef Boyardee. My grandmother took it out of my hand and got out a pot to warm it on the stove.

Now my child has said she was hungry before this and we still had to fight her to eat the food she ASKED for.

The raviolis and meatballs were warmed and in a nice pink plastic bowl in front of my daughter. She ate two bites, and decided she didn’t want to sit anymore, she wanted to go play!

I’m sure we’ve all been there as mothers, and that thought crosses our mind.

You said you were hungry, I went through all this trouble to make you lunch, you’re freaking eating it, if its the last thing I accomplish in my young life.

So naturally, she she smiles and sits down like an angel, crosses her legs and eats her food, in a reasonable amount of time like she’s told.

Baha, right. Well I can dream. Anyway, she puts up a fight and crosses her arms, obviously bored of eating. So at that point, we mothers try everything. The airplane, the choo choo train, the helicopter, the “I’ll take you to the pet store on the way home if you eat”, and some mothers even resort to “I’ll take you to Toys R us on the way home if you eat!” (I never got THAT far.)

My grandmother sat and watched while I whoooed and hawwed, trying everything to get this food into my child. When she finally saw the dismay in my eyes, she took over.

In 15 seconds flat, my daughter had two bites down and one on the hanger.

All she did was smile at my daughter and say “You’re a big girl, you don’t need mommy feeding you like a baby? Let’s see how you can eat ALL BY YOURSELF!!!” And if you saw her face, you’d crack up laughing. Her eyes were wide and she was smiling ear to ear. That’s what my grandmother does, she could make you excited to have your gallbladder removed, and that was her secret. She talks to you like you’re a puppy and you’re about to go for a walk!!!

Are you so excited!! Chef Boyardee! YUM!

“Stop doing things for your kids that they can damn well do for themselves.”

That was the last time I ever fed my daughter anything, and the point is she stopped expecting me to feed her.

What a thought, to train a kid like you would a puppy. 

It sounds terrible, but its true. If your puppy barks and barks, and you give it a treat, what do you think it’ll do when it wants a treat? It’s gonna bark like crazy.The carry-over rule here? If your child screams and throws themselves on the floor in a tantrum in the store and you give her a Barbie doll to shut her up, did she learn her lesson? Or is her premature brain going to connect screaming and the fact that it got her a toy?

The moral of our story today, folks, is Grandma knows best, and let your kids do what they CAN do for themselves, or you’ll be feeding your 13 year olds their peas.

By Micayla