Thursday, November 01, 2001

I have to admit that the giant paranoid wuss was wrong. That’s right, nothing terrible happened last night but I couldn’t shake my sense of doom. I did however show great restraint by not confronting any of the roving bands of teenage boys. There were at least four groups that could have used a little scare. I’m not talking about BOO. The scare of which I speak is the pick them up by the shirt variety. Just a mean look and a verbal warning accompanied by a two-foot lift and I could have frightened some of the testosterone out of them. It’s not that they were directly bothering me or mine but it’s a matter of setting my reputation as the “Crazy” dad. “I’m not sure if you want to date her, her dad once dragged a kid through the mud on Halloween just for swearing in front of her.” Its that kind of respect through fear that I strive for. The boys that caught my attention looked to be about three years older than Katie. This is my target audience if I am to prevent any senior –freshman romance. I have some planning to do before the next All Hallows Eve. 12:00:00 AM    says you