My daughter asked me on the train ride home, “Mommy, are you a bad guy?” The paranoia had never crept in faster. “Why would you say that, sweetie?”
“Because when you wear your big black sunglasses you look like a bad guy. And your black Darth Vader looking coat.”
“Oh. Well I just think that stuff looks cool. Are you a bad guy when you have on your sunglasses?”
She took her little sunglasses out of her backpack and slowly put them on. “Yeahhhhh, I feel like a bad guy. When we get off the train let’s walk down the street like bad guys!”
No one will ever mess with us.