Dear Ms. Walgreen Worker,
Although it might be your job to stock shelves full of dark, creepy death-like halloween junk to celebrate the coming holiday, it is NOT your job to hold my two year old's hand and try to teach her to not be scared. So, the next time you think you are doing a public service by encouraging a little girl on to the dark side and cheering her on to press the blood red buttons of the death reaper so it's eyes pop out as he growls in harmony with the other creatures from the dead in the shopping isle, remember that this little girl is not yours to expose whatever you might think is the right thing to do.
I am my little girl's mommy. I am the one who has to get up and sprint to her room at 2 a.m. when she has night terrors every night since our Walgreens outing. I am the one who is trying to mold her and teach her about good and pure things. She will learn about what you are trying to teach her as her friends and the TV will expose her to the dark side soon enough. Until then, I want to keep her from aisle 666. Mind your own bizwax lady! We will take some candy corn though.