My boy and I are reading With the Fifth Army Air Force. He picked it out along with Fighter from the sidewalk shelves of a bookstore on the corner of 20th and P Street. It’s a picture book; we’re following it along. Which led to this exchange this morning.
“Poppa. Are you Japanese?”
“No. Are you Japanese?”
“No! I’m American Flag!”
But it didn’t end there. “You’re an American flag?”
“I’m American Flag! I’m a banana American.”
“You’re a banana American?”
“I’m a outside American!”
I would like to think that there’s some sort of deeper meaning to this particular early-morning exchange, but I doubt it. Other than that reading World War 2 photo books with a 2½-year-old is an interesting experience.
Of course, some people are more modern and believe that little children should never be told anything that might possibly intimate that violence exists.
My wife and I are not of that school. But then again, I thought that this column in the New York Times today had a point. And while I will be very angry if my little girl or little boy (or any future siblings) do what we saw three skinny preteen boys do on Christmas day, I also have to admit that I felt some gratification in watching them skateboard down the middle of East-West Highway with no helmets on. (Two of them were on the shoulder. The third? Trying for a Darwin Award.)
OK, that was your shaggy dog story of the day. Happy day after Boxing Day!