Mind blowing convos with my son
Conversation #1:
CBC News provides a brief report about a First Nations youth who was beaten by two other youth and left for dead at the side of the road. He died.
Noah: “Why did that person die mummy?”
Me: “Uh… um - err - well, that is a big question. The short answer is that some people hurt him badly, because they were not nice people, and he died. The long answer is… (darn why did I get into this) there are people who are called First Nations, because they were here first, and some other people seem to think it is okay to beat them up. But it’s not. (My native heritage cringes at this explanation. Must research possible answers.)
Noah: That is why superheros put bad guys in jail. Unless they cut their heads off, then they can’t go to jail.
Um… ok. Not touching that one. Conversation #2:
Me: Blah blah blah birds migrate south in the winter, explain migrations.
Noah: Why do they go south?
Me: Because it’s too cold for them here. They don’t have winter coats.
Noah: They should go to the store and get some.
Me: They don’t have any money.
Noah: Then they should just STEAL them.
Me: (!) We don’t steal things!
Noah, with infinite patience: No mummy, the birds are going to steal them. They don’t have money. And so they just take things. It is okay if you are a bird.
(No, I haven’t broken out The Trumpet of the Swan but methinks I should.)
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Have you ever read “The Last of the Really Great Wangdoodles”? I remember it being a marvelously creative story, great for reading aloud.
Thanks for the recommendation!