While downtown at an annual event playing out along the river, I watched a four-year-old boy terrorizing both animals and other children. He chased after and tossed rocks at birds, purposely stomped on one girl’s toes and had to be warned not to tease a German Shepherd, who remained calm during the ear-pulling and tail-tugging.
“What a little monster,” I thought, reflecting on how well-behaved my son had been at that age.
Then the child’s dad called to him: “Come on Vlad, we’re leaving!”
“You don’t suppose…naah…couldn’t be,” I thought adding, “It does, however, seem to explain an awful lot.”