You forget, I have two little lemurs. So maybe it's the three-year-old girl who's gibbing zombies. Didn't think of that, now didja?
With my boy, I have a simple rule which seems to work—if it gives him bad dreams or upsets him, he's not allowed to do it anymore. So no Goosebumps shows, no scary movies, no playing with the two mean boys who live five houses over. But strangely, L4D does not give him bad dreams, and he loves it. So I let him play it sometimes.
I AM A TERRIBLE FATHER!
I don't know if that would have flown. His direct question was, "Is Christmas Jesus' birthday?" And I'm on something of a personal crusade to not lie to my kids, so saying that's when we celebrate would have prompted more questions, possibly forcing me into the awkward position of explaining Sol Invictus, which I really didn't want to do. And don't worry, we got through the definition of "tradition" just fine, I omitted that part 'cause I figured my story had already grown long enough.
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