So, in our reading, we've recently been going through some main points in history: The kids have been introduced to the world wars and all of their destruction. Now, couple that with the children's obsession with planes since our trip to Ethiopia and the consequent books on flight that I've checked out from the library. It has been intense.
The other night at dinner, Girumy was asking everyone which was his/her favorite kind of plane. Rob casually said, "Fighter jets." Now, during our reading about wars, my growing pacifism has come out and clearly affected the children because Ty responded to Rob's opinion with a seriously dirty look. He then leaned his head on his hand and turned his back on Rob. Ty was appalled. Rob went on to explain that he really likes how quickly they can fly and that is why he said that he likes fighter jets. Ty's disgust wasn't assuaged.
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A few days ago, I was telling the kids that I was going to make meat for some dinner guests. Ty gave me a dirty, confused look and said, "No, you can't." I explained that I wasn't going to eat it, but just prepare it. "You can't. You don't like meat. You can't." Ah, the black and white world of a four year old!
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Today, Ty was retelling MattMatt about everything that he had eaten in Ethiopia... the macaroni and cheese which made him vomit, pizza, lots of
wat and
injera... And then Matt asked him if he had eaten any cheeseburgers. "What's a cheeseburger?" asked my sweet veggie-centric baby! And it was Uncle Matty's turn to be appalled.
