I'm no proponent of drunk driving, but should I have to explain what DWI means to my eight year old just because we stopped in to Rite-Aid for an ice cream cone? Where's the Homicide Department's Meat Wagon so I'll be forced to explain how messed up the world really is. I don't want my kids to grow up naive, but I sure don't want them to grow up before their time either. Thanks for the ice cream and the life lessons, Rite-Aid.
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