The Toddler Hit by a Train at Fulton St Has Died, Officials Say (Wed 8:04:19 P.M.)
When my chief of research was little, I had recurring nightmares of losing him in public, but never came close to actually being separated from him.
In one nightmare, we were at the Long Island Railroad station in the Long Beach of my youth, when he was kidnapped by figures unseen. In another dream, I went grocery shopping and forgot him in the trunk of a taxi. And in a third, we were walking, hand-in-hand, in the hallway of a crowded multiplex when all the little theaters let out, a mob of people shoved between us, and suddenly my boy was gone.
In real life, I rarely went anywhere with him, and when I did, I held tightly to his little hand.
The boy was hit after becoming separated from his mother Wednesday evening, officials said.
3 comments:
She probably tried leaving him in a locked car during the summer--which didn't succeed.This was plan B.If plan B had failed,giving him a loaded gun to play with was next,then placing him on the house roof during a lightning storm,followed by giving him a plugged in toaster to play with in the bathtub.If he survived those schemes,then dropping him in the tiger area at a zoo would proceed.If all that failed--sky diving without a parachute.
Many "absent minded" parents out there,but some just hate their kids.Not enough info here to make a judgement in this case.
--GRA
Just don't care mother. Maybe high or on something.
One less niglet to breed
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