And as I type this, those days at the park have come to a grinding halt.  A couple weeks ago we went to a park on a Saturday.  I met a woman who had just moved from Chicago and we started chatting.  She had a daughter a little younger than Milo and a son a bit older.  The boy was not too friendly and thought it was funny to get in Zoey's face and scream (until he turned red and his veins and eyes started to bulge)...and as she ran away crying he'd throw wood chips at her.  His mother tried to stop him, console Zoey and added her rationale that he "wasn't adjusting well to California"...Uh, ya' think?!  We left but the damage (temporary I'm sure) is done.  She won't go to the park anymore for fear that the "Screaming Boy" will be there.  When we do see other kids now in any setting  she screams and says very loudly "I don't like this kid!"...Dare I say, perpetuating the trauma for the next tender-hearted little kid?