Thursday, December 04, 2008


My super-intelligent and super-handsome four-year-old grandson (well he is my grandson - what do you expect?) is articulate. He uses words like "apparently" and "actually" with as much ease as the words Bob the Builder and Thomas the Tank Engine.

Guns do not feature in his toy cupboard, nor in his vocabulary. Neither does "killing." But no-one can keep their children separate from the world forever, and recently he's started playing some new games, even though he doesn't yet have the words.

"I'll make you dead with my shooter," is what he says. Eat your heart out, the Sopranos.

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