Friday, May 25, 2007

Because the Boy Must Embrace His Heritage. Whatever the Cost.

Me, reading: ". . . The dragon breathed a long blue flame. Fionn aimed and . . ."

Finn: "Mama, is the dragon healthy?"

Me, not reading: "Well, I suppose dragons do have to command a high-level of strength in order to effectively attack cities."

Finn looks confused, and little disconcerted.

Me, still not reading: "And he can fly. That takes muscle."

Me, reading: " . . . Fionn aimed and fired the spear. The dragon--"

Finn: "But does the dragon eat healthy?"

Me, wanting to say, yes, only the most organically grown villagers, actually says: "Yes. He probably watches his diet, doesn't eat too many fried foods, that kind of thing."

Finn: "So he can fly."

Me, reading: " . . . The dragon fell dead on the spot. Fionn cut . . ." and wondering if I should read the next line and in that split second of sterling parenting I decide that it's better to give Finn a little violence than to leave him without a direct object, I toss the rest of the sentence out rather quickly, "Fionn cut off its head."

Finn looks very disconcerted. And concerned.

Me: "Finn, what do you think about that. What Fionn did?"

Finn: "I think he should've told the dragon to go away, first.

Finn, thinking: "And if he didn't listen, he should have sent him to timeout."

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