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Saturday, September 24, 2005

Bowling for Columbine

I desperately wanted to watch Bowling for Columbine on tv last weekend. 6 has been having alot of difficulty going to sleep since the beginning of school. She's an intense girl, and gets very anxious at the start of anything new. New classroom, new teacher and new class group has her wound up tight!

Put the kids in bed and sat dodwn to watch the movie. Who comes downstairs? 6. "Mommy, can I watch?" "No, it's a grown-up show." "I'll just lie here and I won't look at the tv..." After a few minutes of negotiating, I cave.

Explaining this movie to her was so difficult. She couldn't understand why all the people with brown skin were so poor, and why they were so oppressed. We live in Canada. Our city is a melting pot of cultures. No one looks twice at a blended family. She decided she is happy to live in Canada.

Of guns, we have had much discussion. Doesn't comprehend the need for gun violence. Thinks people who like guns are all goofballs - like George Bush and Hitler.

This child is a challenge.

She is so bright, and so intense, I don't know what to do. I try to feed her the knowledge she desperately seeks while keeping in mind she is still 6 emotionally. It's a fine balance.

Thank goodness 4 is a totally different character!

Took them to the museum. 6 and her friend went off with his mom to see everything there was displayed. Came out of the place spouting all the info they had just sucked out of the place. 4 was not impressed. "Why did they shoot all the animals and stuff them?" and in the area displaying statues after loudly commenting on the number of penises on display, "Did they only shoot people without heads?"

:)

1 Comments:

At 7:47 PM, Blogger I n g e r said...

Intense flick; I let Maisie watch it, too, after a similar begging session. Alas, we live here, so the conclusions are tougher to handle. (But I did just get the kids Irish passports. My little way of defusing their national identity.)

I adore your kids. The more you write, the more I love.

 

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