I met Liz at Waterfront Park this evening around 8:30 and took Analin off her hands so that I could enjoy the outdoors and so that Analin could enjoy the playground before bed. About twenty minutes into playing with Analin, a little boy, around four years old, came up to me and said:
"Excuse me mister. Do you do bad things?"
I looked down at him and smiled. I replied: "No, I don't do bad things BUT I am a stranger and you shouldn't talk to strangers."
After I said that he ran away from me. Hopefully I saved this kid a lifetime of grief. What do you say to your kids about talking to strangers? How do you convey real dangers to them without making them afraid of everyone?