Life in the City with Children
I walked outside yesterday to find my entire house surrounded by police cars. All traffic was being deverted onto our street from the neighboring Federal Blvd. Helicopters buzzed overhead as I ran to the corner, passing a group of children playing outside. My son was in that group. He said " hi daddy!, why are you running?" I gathered all the children and herded them inside our neighbors house without answering my son's question. If I were to answer it I would have to say something like, " I'm running because I was scared shitless that something happened to you", or " I was running because the police are searching for a shooter." Both answers seemed inappropriate at the time, so in classic parent fashion, I said nothing. I remember a few times when my mother would answer my questions with silence. It was never good. Now here I was doing the same thing. Life in the city with children can make you a silent parent sometimes.
