I've mentioned all along that Jack has an obsession with justice, right and wrong, good people and bad people. He just can't stop talking about it. Case in point - they've been talking about Presidents this month, obviously. I imagine, and maybe I'm wrong here, that many of the kids go home and talk to their parents about the various little tid-bits they learned about the presidents. George Washington had wooden teeth, Abe Lincoln wore a top-hat, Roosevelt was in a wheelchair, etc.
My child? He comes home and leads with the following statement:
"There was that one man and he was riding in a car and doing this (waving) and then a man shot him and he diedid. Where was that man that shot him?"
To which I responded: "Ummm, well I guess it depends who you talk to. Either a building or a grassy knoll."
But that didn't make him stop.
"There was that other man - Abrabram Lincoln - and he was watching TV and then someone came in and shot him."
Me: "Well, not really, he wasn't watching TV...."
I'm trying to be honest and answer his questions, but I kinda don't want to be talking to my 4 year old about death all the time. It's a wee bit creepy.
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