I have a pretty good idea of what Reid watches on television or hears in books, at least when she is at home. Someone, somewhere is talking to her about knights and dragons and monsters of other types. I wish whoever this person or persons are would stop. This morning, my sweet, little girl was telling me about a dream she had (not a nightmare) in which a knight “died” a monster. I resisted the urge to supply “kill” as the correct verb in this situation and decided I would ignore the sentence in the hope Reid would change the subject. When she continued talking about how the knights killed the monsters who didn’t share (apparently she *does* know the right verb), I told Reid that it made me sad that in her stories the knights killed the monsters rather than teaching them the right way to act. Reid explained that the knights tried to teach the monsters but if it didn’t work, then they killed them. Talk about a school of hard knocks! How does my little princess get so blood-thirsty?
I blame the boys in Reid’s class for the knights and the killing. If I weren’t even more afraid of an all-girl environment I’d be pouring over the brochures for a new school already. Just kidding. Well, mostly just kidding.
On the bright side, Reid isn’t afraid of the monsters.