Waving a knife threateningly, one in each hand, Jonathan went after an older boy with no provocation, knowing that'd force me to intervene, him cutting my hand in the process, blood trickling out, the entire kitchen went silent in shock, me most of all.
It's a tiny cut. A very small cut. Just enough to draw a thin line of blood.
A little cut.
Is that OK in anyone's world?
Maybe all of us very beleaguered families should get together and threaten to jump from a predetermined overpass in order to garner attention and the obvious need for long-term mental health facilities? Would that work? Or are their behaviors so contagious for me that I'd even consider that bizarre notion?
Family safety should be a priority.