While unpacking/organizing photos, I realized that our son's perp is in many of the birthday party photos taken over the years. In many, he's standing next to our son, everyone is smiling and happy. I look at the pics now and want to vomit. Oh, genius authorities out there, how easy it is to say 'move on'; take my shoes for just a while, and try to walk this path. Steel toe boots don't make it any easier.