Notes for Next Time: Armed Robbers Scare Ten Year Old Girls

I just got home and was greeted by a lovely scattering of dog droppings and no food to eat in house. Not that I have much of an appetite after cleaning the particularly pungent poops. No thanks.

Now, I look after twin girls when they get home from school. Yesterday, there was an armed robbery at the bank across the street from their house. They were wondering what all the sirens were for. Naturally, I told them. Armed robber. They haven't caught him yet.

Ooop. Poor choice on my part.

Suddenly, the trip to the library seems too perilous of a journey, and even the living room is unsafe without an adult by their side. I am guessing I caused their mother a bit of a headache as well, because now precautions have to be taken to avoid this criminal at large.

I tried to convince them that he has probably already fled the country, hauling his sack of money to Brazil. Their mom is busy assuring them he will be caught soon.

Part of me believes that it's a kind of new excitement for them. They like to chatter about this robber and make up scenarios in which he is running from police by hiding on roofs and in forests. But I think it also stole a little bit of the security that they had of their world.

I am kind of wondering if I should have kept that news to myself.