Contrasting preoccupations

[radegund]

The boys were having a game on the way home from the food co-op just now:

The Oyster: This is a ghost train, and I'm a vampire, and I'm going to chop off your head at midnight!

The Feaster: I'm pretenting to be a toy toothbrush with a gun!

I do heartily wish they'd put a sock in the whole violence schtick.

"Play is a processing mechanism. Play is a processing mechanism," I say to myself. (Sometimes it helps.)

Comments

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Ha! Your comment has reminded me of the other factor, which is that in a small but perfectly formed way, I am triggered by this stuff - as a child I was desperately afraid of little boys running around making ordinance noises. I often have to stop and remind myself that I'm 36 now, and their mother, so I can probably relax :-)

[dreamvirus.livejournal.com]

I can personally vouch for the fact that violence probably remains a male preoccupation for life even among supposedly intelligent, tolerant and pacifist examples of the gender. You can't destroy the beast, your best option is to befriend him and let him out to play once in a while. The beast is 3 billion years old and, if neglected, very patient when it comes to picking a moment to wreak sudden and maximum havoc.

[ailbhe]

O is ripe for some hormonal changes, isn't he? I think I've heard age 6-7 cited.

[londonn7.livejournal.com]

A toy toothbrush with a gun! Genius.

Orla's stories tend to revolve around at least one of the characters getting eaten. However, the influence of Polly Dunbar's Penguin is such that being eaten is very easy to rectify in her world.