What a thought provoking question, thank you for putting this up. I agree with the sentiment of some other posters, children are innocent, and they have no need for and no concept of things like retribution and legal accountability. And isn't that the beauty of children? I can think of nothing better than the squeal of pure joy a child will let out when they discover something new and exciting. That sound of innocence and unadulterated happiness is infectious because it reminds that we too were once like that. The degree of anger, outrage and frustration that this trial seem to be evoking in a lot of us aren't normally found in a child's world. Yes, they feel such things, but then the next new thing comes along and those feelings are gone. It's only as we age that we begin to forgot how to let go and just revel in the moment. Perhaps that's why the phrase "Justice for Caylee" bothers me so much. I understand the sentiment and I know that people use it with the absolute best of intentions, but I'm bothered because that word, justice, has no real meaning to a child. Look at how much time some of us have spent delving into the bizarre and twisted world that is Casey Anthony. I can't not do it, because I feel the truth is so important, the truth of this little girl's life and her tragic death deserve to brought to light, and Casey must be held accountable, but there are days when I get of this board or get done watching the trial that I am so drained and I almost feel tainted by being exposed to such depravity. Is this the way a child would want anyone to feel? I'm reminded of one the days shortly after that I found out that my father was diagnosed with the horrible debilitating disease that is Parkinson's. I was shaken to the core, and my best friend was doing her best to console me. Her daughter, who I love as though she were my own, was almost 3 at the time and when she saw me crying, she ran out of the room and came back with her most prized possession, her "Woobie". She carefully spread it on my lap, sat beside me, running her tiny hand up and down my arm and told me "don't be sad, it'll be okay, you can have woobie, he'll make you feel better". At 3, she knew instinctively that seeing the people you love happy is worth more than the object you hold most dear. That is love in one of it's most pure forms. Sorry, I know I'm rambling (I'm also now crying big, snotty tears, no dry Kleenex for me) but my point is that ultimately, I think true justice for Caylee will be found when this is over, and we all remember to take the extra time to get down on our knees and let the children in our lives remind us how to just revel in that of moment of pure joy. It will also be found when people are inspired by her short life to reach out and help the children who are in danger of having that innocence snatched away from them too soon.
Sorry so long, and I really hope I didn't offend anyone, I just had to get that out there. I can't imagine what what those of you who have been following this for three years must be feeling, and I admire your determination and dedication to ensure that Caylee will not be forgotten.