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 :-)