Reeling

I came home from picking my son up from school and turned my computer on. And found out about Boston.

Dear God…

I’m checking the news and Facebook behind J’s back, because I’m not up for explaining domestic terrorism (or international terrorism, or whatever-the-fuck kind of terrorism it is) to a six-year-old who can’t deal with the first ten minutes of Wall-E (I don’t like this, Mommy. Turn it off.). I want him to sleep tonight.

I’m not sure I will. I looked at one of the pictures of the scene....