Atcually the thread was about a freak accident in a department store that claimed the life of a 3 year old.
You chose to change it into something else.
This thread is an opportunity to show how perfect I am at parenting. My parents and my parents parents (that would be my grandparents) were models of perfection and taught me well. As children, we would were virtually motionless, staring at each other, eyes glassed over, and if we wanted to communicate, we did it by blinking our eyes. My parents hooked up fiber optic lines that emitted a very high grade holographic image, and enabled them to keep sight of us every waking minute of the day. One too many blinks and we were sent to bed. When we slept, we were each encased in steel chambers for precisely 10 hours and 33 minutes each night. Nothing could ever harm us. But that was in the 70s and you wouldn't understand.
Actually on the very first page freepers started asking why the child wasn't in a cart. I'm not the only one.