An accident? No. Attempted Murder.

An accident is when you pick up a glass of water too quickly and end up splashing yourself - perhaps in your eye - and choking because of your own force with which you raised the cup or glass. Do two-year-old children do this? Yes. [Which is precisely why there are sippy cups with lids.] Attempted murder is when you try to force a two-year-old to drink chlorine and pour it in the eye of the child. An accident. Umm hmm. Sure. I hope the twenty-three-year-old woman second wife who did this to this to an innocent little two-year-old girl rots away somewhere for a very, very long time.

A man divorced his wife, with whom he had two children. A little boy and a baby girl. Sometime afterward he remarried a twenty-three-year-old woman who, apparently, was not much keen on being a stepmother. Or so, it would seem. The little girl suffered at the hands of this wicked stepmother who is blaming prior injuries to the, then, baby - a broken leg and fractured thigh - on her, then, two-and-a-half-year-old brother. What two-and-a-half-year-old child is capable of inflicting such injuries to a baby? I suppose in some far fetched way it could happen. After all, anything is possible. I just highly doubt it.

Do I think that abuse of children by a stepmother or stepfather doesn't happen all over the world? Of course it does. I am merely pointing out this instance because it yet, again, brings to light the fact that divorce, here, when there are children involved, means that the children will automatically go to the father. I posted on another such instance a week or so ago, while we were away, and I was using the laptop. It's back there, in the archives. In that case, the mother was a non-Saudi who after divorcing her husband was banished to her home country to never see her little boy again and the father beat him so badly he was in the hospital for two weeks.

Am I the only one who sees something horribly wrong with this system? Of course, there is absolutely nothing I can do to change it. Just the way it is. Here, in The Sandbox. Such is life, I guess.