(Note: I am aware that the Holocaust Museam may not have been established at this time. I would also like to make it clear that I DO NOT support Nazis, but these are just some thoughts I considered may be running through Todd's head at this age. Also, statistics included in the pamphlet he reads are true. The pamphlet is nonexistent but the facts are real.)
"Todd-baby, look at this!" Monica Bowden let her sunglasses drop to the tip of her nose and looked at a Polaroid picture in front of her. It was her 6-year-old son, Todd, standing up straight with his arms folded behind his back. His bright ivory teeth glistened in the photo, as well as his neatly-combed blonde hair. Gray-blue eyes squinting in the sun still jumped off the square photo. The yellow short-sleeved polo he was wearing hung gently on his shoulders and his khaki shorts fit around his tiny hips just so. The adorable child took away from the White House in the background, but it was still obviously in the picture.
"Cool, Mom!" said Todd, who was struggling to look at the picture and still maintain to suck the last bit of vanilla ice cream from the bottom of his cone without getting it all over his clothes. All of the people the Bowden trio passed by, everyone oohd and awed at the adorable, perfect little blonde boy.
They stopped in front of a building where Dick Bowden rubbed the top of his son's head.
"Time to throw the ice cream away Todd."
"Kay dad!"
Todd threw the cone into a nearby trash can and read the sign on the door.
"NO FOOD OR DRINK"
He backed up and read the sign etched in marble on the top of the building.
"NATIONAL HOLOCAUST MUSEAM"
Todd frowned. He knew a lot of words for his young age...more than his friends, more than a lot of high-schoolers. He knew what NATIONAL meant, and MUSEAM, but HOLOCAUST was not a word he had ever heard before.
"C'mon, buddy!" yelled Dick.
Todd reluctantly followed.
"Todd-baby, look at this!" Monica Bowden let her sunglasses drop to the tip of her nose and looked at a Polaroid picture in front of her. It was her 6-year-old son, Todd, standing up straight with his arms folded behind his back. His bright ivory teeth glistened in the photo, as well as his neatly-combed blonde hair. Gray-blue eyes squinting in the sun still jumped off the square photo. The yellow short-sleeved polo he was wearing hung gently on his shoulders and his khaki shorts fit around his tiny hips just so. The adorable child took away from the White House in the background, but it was still obviously in the picture.
"Cool, Mom!" said Todd, who was struggling to look at the picture and still maintain to suck the last bit of vanilla ice cream from the bottom of his cone without getting it all over his clothes. All of the people the Bowden trio passed by, everyone oohd and awed at the adorable, perfect little blonde boy.
They stopped in front of a building where Dick Bowden rubbed the top of his son's head.
"Time to throw the ice cream away Todd."
"Kay dad!"
Todd threw the cone into a nearby trash can and read the sign on the door.
"NO FOOD OR DRINK"
He backed up and read the sign etched in marble on the top of the building.
"NATIONAL HOLOCAUST MUSEAM"
Todd frowned. He knew a lot of words for his young age...more than his friends, more than a lot of high-schoolers. He knew what NATIONAL meant, and MUSEAM, but HOLOCAUST was not a word he had ever heard before.
"C'mon, buddy!" yelled Dick.
Todd reluctantly followed.