No, I’m Not a Pedophile
“Hi, my name is Samantha and this is my daughter Ellen…”
The words seem innocent enough, and given that they weren’t directed at me, I shouldn’t have thought anything of them. But I did. And specifically because they weren’t directed at me.
When my daughter and I entered the pool, there was a mom and her two boys playing next to the stairs. It was a big pool with plenty of room in the shallow end, so my 4-year-old and I carved out our own spot adjacent…