Today, someone told me that I looked like Kate Middleton, ahem, Princess Catherine. I assured them that it was just the long dark hair (and the fact that she's been in their line of sight continually for the past 36 hours) but then my mom called to tell me that someone told her the same thing about me. I'm going with it! :)
This is the story of an 8-year-old boy who is continually searched and questioned each time he attempts to fly. He shares his name with a terrorism suspect and therefore, is subject to these searches.
As the mother of a child who recently responded to the question, "What's your mommy's name?" by answering "Mommy," I doubt this questioning does much more than terrify the kid.
I am ALL for security-- even if that means long lines and hassling restrictions-- but this quote pretty much sums it up, "Certainly, Mikey’s date of birth, less than a month before 9/11, should prevent him from being mistaken as a terrorist."
I'm well aware that terrorists come in all ages, shapes, sizes, and nationalities; and that there are crazy horrible parents out there who use their children for unconscionable means, but can't they add a little note to the file? Something to the tune of, "Not wearing a SpongeBob t-shirt" or " Not the blonde kid we've been patting down since his first trip to Disney"?
A little common sense could go a long way here.
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