Five years old. My youngest son was 5 only two years ago. They are BABIES. If you want us to be a society where five-year-olds are working down the mines, then just wait for the global socio-economic collapse. They’ll be prostitutes, too.
Well, ONE five-year-old son does NOT make a philosophy for a police department to follow. I've taught all ages and you CANNOT call ALL five year old boys BABIES. The Catholic Church does NOT consider the "age of reason" SET at seven or six or five. The child merely has to understand what is going on, as in receiving Holy Communion. They do NOT make a gender distinction.
SOME boys and girls have that "reason" and some don't. There is no gender distinction.
It's really a moot question. But I DO KNOW brats when I see/hear them. I think you can "hear" the difference between a child's screams. Some are exhausted. Some are angry. Some are in real pain. Some want something that parents aren't giving them. Some are TESTING their boundaries. Some are just whiny. I can sure tell the difference and I bet you can too.
Prostitutes don't become prostitutes because they had a temper tantrum as a five year old. THEIR problems started, I bet, with DRUGS. The drugs started, possibly, with a mother who never bothered to get married and started into "the life."
I've read often and often that if one takes a toll of the prison inmates, male OR female, the absence of ANY father is always there. Physical brutality also takes its toll and THAT may come from the abuse of a drug addict father or mother.
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If you want us to be a society where five-year-olds are working down the mines, then just wait for the global socio-economic collapse. They’ll be prostitutes, too.
Do you HONESTLY expect a "global socio-econmonic collapse" in the foreseeable future if screaming five-year-olds aren't comforted IMMEDIATELY?
Do you REALLY expect five-year-olds to be working in mines in the foreseeable future if screaming five-year-olds aren't comforted by a police officer IMMEDIATELY upon demand?
I dunno.
I taught the first grade in a tiny little town for a year. They were CUTE as a button. We didn't know anyone in town and I didn't work. So the first-grade assignment was welcome.
When my husband and I would go "downtown" every SIX-YEAR-OLD in town would know me and say "HI." Lol. No one ELSE knew me but those wonderful little ones made me feel at home!
I ended up teaching at the college level but was ALWAYS READY to teach college OR first graders. BOTH were fabulous. I liked second grade too and MOST third graders.
The 4th graders lived to argue and argued to live. Sigh. There's where I drew the line. College or little ones.