My son's ok...I took a day off from work and spent a lot of time with my ex, her family, and most importantly, the short one. 

Turns out I was way more freaked out about it than he was...20 minutes!  He could've seen his 2nd grade teacher murdered before his eyes...

When I was 3 years younger than him I couldn't understand how Hercules helicopters worked (the blades should smash into each other  (and i chased the neigbor's girls waving my arms in what I thought would propel me)- and when they didn't - well - why not?

I'd see big jets too, all the time, and not know how the hell they could possibly be in the air at all...then a few years later, battleships - it wasn't until. I saw a battleship that I understood displacement...bathtub - ocean - steel doesn't float....I wasn't my son's age, then.  I am now my father's age, when he retired from the Air Force...

Back to this week's events 'round here...

It was a crime of passion...and sure enough, passion got ripped off - love, hate, combined, they don't equal passion, as I understand it...

For all the people who put up the PV Msg tag- a heartfelt thanks...that means yew2 Dirk..

btw - Pat was right - 'you're gonna be fine'...and so, (like he knew it or something!) not unlike my thinning hair, my son and I are fine.  Although I think it left a mark, and my son's not telling me.  Yet.