Monday, October 29, 2007
No hitting: The play
Scene: Dinner at Savor in Noe Valley. I'm eating humus; Liko is eating pasta.
Me: Liko, do you want to go to the antiwar protest tomorrow?
Liko (mouth full): What's an antiwar?
Me: In an antiwar protest, people get together and they ask war to stop.
Me: Remember what we talked about yesterday? War is really terrible. Mommies and daddies and little kids like you get hurt really bad, sometimes they get killed.
Liko: Where is war?
Me: Tomorrow we are going to protest the war in Iraq.
Liko: Where is Iraq?
Me: I showed you yesterday on the globe. It's very far from here. The people there don't speak our language or dress like us, but they're people just like us and they don't like to get hurt.
Liko: Are we going to get dessert?
Me: I don't think so.
Me: Because you already had ice cream today. Do you want to go to the antiwar protest?
Liko: I want to be a war-guy and hurt people!
Me (flustered): What? We don't want to hurt people, Liko. We want to help them.
Liko (bashes table with his hand): I want a war-stick! [Meaning, a gun.]
Me: Liko, please don't hit the table.
Me: Because we're in a restaurant and we don't hit tables.
Me: Because it bothers the people around us.
Liko (looking around): Are those people going to antiwar protest?
Me (glancing around and feeling slightly defeated): Some of them might, sure.
Liko: What do people do at antiwar protest?
Me: We march and sing songs and hold signs.
Liko: What do signs say?
Me: They say things like "Stop the war" or "War is bad for children."
Liko: I want to make a sign.
Me: OK. What should it say?
Liko: No hitting!
Photos courtesy of our neighbor Woody Hastings.