The other day we were at the diner eating sandwiches and he read that sign that says "take a number for complaints" where the number is attached to a grenade. "What's a grenade daddy?" "Why would anyone want to blow up another person?" "What's a war?"
Canada Day too--what are the big artillery guns for?
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My son just turned 13, but when he was 4, we were living in the Washington, D.C. area. We had a sniper (or, as it turned out, two snipers) randomly shooting people. Schools and daycares held recess inside, as a student walking into school had been one of the victims. Tensions were through the roof. My son remarked to me that he hoped someone would kill the bad guy. I said, "Well, I certainly hope someone will catch him and put him in jail."
"But what if he escaped?" said my just-past-toddler. "If they kill him, then he can't do it anymore." Heartbreaking.
Hey guys! Great to see new posts - it had been a while since I checked but clearly I was missing some new stuff. Love to all,
Caroline
I was like that in childhood too! Must have given my mom a very hard time:)
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