Last Saturday, at 10:52 a.m., I received the following text from an unknown number:
"Hey its olivia can I watch let me in? Kelsys mom says its not scary n she thinks its ok?"
Now, I don't know an Olivia, but I do happen to know that "Let Me In" is a remake of "Let the Right One In," which is a fantastic movie about a child vampire that contains several pretty horrifying scenes involving murder, bullying, and various supernatural phenomena. And though there's no way of telling how old Olivia is, the fact that she's asking for permission suggests that she might not be ready for such a viewing experience. So it was everything I could do not to text back:
"Sure. Just put Kelsy's mom on speed dial for when you wake up with nightmares. Love, Mom."
On second thought, maybe I should have written back. She probably took the lack of response as permission and may be traumatized because I was reluctant to virtually parent a stranger. Nah ... Kelsy's mom seems like she's got everything under control.