It's nice having a kid who can read but it does mean an early confrontation with That Thing I've been picturing ever since before pregnancy. Moomin picks up my book. "When Heaven Fell. Mommy what does that mean? Is this alien guy nice? Or bad? Do the good guys win? What does Master Race mean? Hahaha that's funny. It says Master Race." "Um. Well. It's kind of a grownup story about alien soldiers and human soldiers and there are lots of mixed-up guys and bad guys." I feel myself radiating evasive discomfort. He picks up on it and we change the subject. What to say? I'm not going to launch into a giant explanation of depressing imperialist aliens.
Possibly one of the most 4-year-old-inappropriate books I've read lately. What happens when he roams my newly organized office 6 months from now, cruising the shelves? "Naked Wunch. Dat's a siwwy name Mommy. I want to read that one. Hahaha. It says Naked Wunch. Cities of the Wed Night. What is that about?" Nooooooo! save me! I will distract him with Tre4sure Island and Bl4ck Beauty for as long as possible.
I have to note that lately your posts all tend in a similar direction: wanting to "spare" Moomin the ravages of a big bad world.
Posted by: Jo | December 18, 2004 at 11:11 AM
Wow really? Thanks for pointing that out -- I will think about it.
Posted by: badgerbag | December 18, 2004 at 11:54 AM
I don't mean that with hostility at all! Ugh I reread my comment.
Posted by: Jo | December 18, 2004 at 12:09 PM
I didn't read any hostility into it at all, honeybun!
Posted by: badgerbag | December 18, 2004 at 03:35 PM
Good post! I realy enjoyed reading it.
Posted by: tyler | January 21, 2005 at 05:19 PM