A few posts ago, I told about Abigail’s recent drama regarding the book about Scooter that she saw at the Lifeway store. She had finally gone several days with no mention of Scooter. Saturday night, though, we were driving back to Salem from Somerset when we passed a dead skunk. She was moaning and groaning about the smell and her daddy told her it was a skunk. She said, “I don’t see a skunk, Daddy.” He told her that we had already passed it. She asked what happened to it, and he said it got hit by a car. (You see where this is going!) She immediately cried, “Oh, that’s just like Scooter! That reminds me of that book! Daddy, you reminded me about Scooter! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!?!” Then she hung her head and just cried silently for a few minutes.
Author of that blasted Scooter book, if you are reading this, SHAME ON YOU!! You have completely traumatized my kid!!!