Callum was really upset one day. I asked him what was wrong.
He asked me, “Do people eat rabbits?”
I explained to him that, yes, some people like to eat rabbits. Just like some people like to eat other animals… like chicken, or fish. He quietly accepted what I said, but was still very sad. I asked him, “Who told you that people ate rabbits?”
He walked to the kitchen and opened the freezer door.
Inside the door was a chart of how long things should be kept in the freezer. It took me a looong time to explain it all. Including why we don’t have any ice cream or Christmas cake in the freezer. He ended the conversation with, “Mum. I don’t want to eat rabbits. Please don’t cook rabbits for dinner ok?”
A few days later. He came to me announcing that, “Mum, people eat teddy bears!”
I began to correct him. But he protested.
I explained and reasoned in a calm, logical manner.
But he insisted. He was firm, resolute and so BLOODY stubborn! He wouldn’t let it go either. He kept pushing me to agree with him.
After 5 minutes of arguing, he was so angry at me, and I was so angry at him.
So I walked to the freezer and flung the door open.
“SEE??!? NO TEDDY BEARS!!! HA!!”
He scowled at me. Then STORMED to his room.
I hear a crash bang. And seconds later he walked out, dragging a huge empty cardboard box (that I store under his bed).
He heaved it over to where I was standing.
Threw it to the ground.
Pointed to the fridge door on the box and shouted,
“LOOK! TEDDY! BEAR!”
(And yes, I did buy my son a pink kitchen set. There are no gender stereotypes in my household!!)