Y'all, now that we know that the landlord saw Lucas peeking out the window, I can't get that picture out of my mind. His shy smile, tiny little hands holding back the curtains or blinds, big beautiful eyes searching and innocent. I wish with all my heart that I could reach back through the days and through that window and pull little Lucas to safety.
I just can't fathom hurting a sweet innocent child. Or a bratty, rotten child. Or a baby. Or a big kid, little kid, almost a grown kid. A screaming child, crying child, loud child running wild. ANY child. ANY any any any child. My child, your child, the worst person in the world's child.
As an adult human being it is incumbent upon you (the general, collective "you," not you amazing WSers) to do no harm to any child. To separate your emotions from your actions when you are frustrated with them. Saying you "couldn't help it" is a load of crap. If you never punched a cop or your boss or someone bigger than you when you were angry, frustrated, or high, then you successfully demonstrated the ability to "help it" when you perceived the consequences of not doing so were too scary or severe. But the consequences for lashing out at a 45-pound child in your care are probably not immediately intimidating enough to stay the mounting rage of a coward.
All MOO, of course. I'm just sick at heart over this case, and hurting so bad for everyone who loves little Lucas.
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