Three years ago, I was marching in a chilly, rainy war protest with four-year-old John and five-month-old Maia. I was with my good friend Ethelred (who comments here), who was in her Elite Anarchist outfit -- all black, all Columbia. John had made a sign that said "No war" and had a big smiley face on it. He was worried that people might think that the smile meant he thought war was a good thing, but I told him I was pretty sure people would know what he was getting at.
(A few months later, he made my favorite anti-Bush (but not anti-war) sign, which was "No Bush, Bush is 3," which I think is the greatest insult from a four-year-old.)
So you can imagine my surprise when John said this evening before bed, 'You know, I don't like the war, but I think we should bomb the Iraqis before they bomb us."
Holy shit, my son could be president!
I'm thinking he got it from school, although he said he just "thinks it." We had long talk then. Maybe too long -- he smiled at me and said, "Mom, I think we're stalling." (I often tell him he's stalling when he keeps talking before lights out.)
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When debating whether to put an Iraq story on the front page for Sunday, a co-worker voted no, saying, "You know, the thing with this third anniversary story...there's going to be a fourth anniversary story."