Ron and I went to the movies tonight and saw Paranormal Activity 3. It was pretty good, better than the second one. After the movie we stopped at Chic-fil-a and that’s when it got a little weird. There was a woman behind us with two kids, a boy and a younger girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old. The little girl was crying, like one of those gasping for breath, coughing kind of cries. The woman kept asking her to stop crying and saying things like “I’m going to go get your cup. If I get your cup will you stop crying?” I never saw her go anywhere, but I heard the little boy say, “No, get her what she wants, she’ll be okay.” It was almost like he feared for the little girl. For some reason the woman talked to the kids more like she was a babysitter or something, but the boy called her mommy. At some point she picked the little girl up, toted her out the entrance, left her there and came back to the table with the boy. Chic-fil-a is one of those places that has an exterior door, then a little glass hallway, then an interior door. The little girl is wailing in the hallway between the two doors while the woman is ignoring her at the table. She would have felt pretty dumb if someone opened the door and snatched the girl. I know I’m not a parent, but the whole thing seemed twisted. It’s the only time I’ve ever though about calling CPS. You shouldn’t put a child basically outside in the dark by herself in a public place right off an interstate. Not smart.