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August 30, 2006

Mommy Told Me Something A Little Girl Should Know

We had these records when I was a kid (records, remember them?!). On one of them was a song:

Mommy told me something
A little girl should know
And it’s all about the devil
How I’ve learned to hate him so

(and, Aunt Mamy, if you read this, the song WILL be stuck in you head now. Hah!)

Always one to remember lyrics (I can’t remember people’s names, but I remember the lyrics to a song I heard when I was 5. Go figure.), I was thinking about this song the other day. How could a song for little children tell them to hate? Even the devil? If Stinky or the Moth ever say the word HATE at the Trunchbull Academy, they get Mondo time-out. Hate is right up there with racial slurs and spitting.

So, as it’s verboten, “hate” has become quite… phat with the 3-5 crowd. Whenever one of them is crossed, they mutter under their breath that they hate the one who has crossed them.

Last night, Timothy was told to do something. I don’t even remember what it was, except it was something he didn’t want to do. Now, Timothy has seen Sean get in some big-time trouble because he “hates” Mom or Dad. Tim is quite the learn-by-example kind of kid, and at the same time, he wants to be in the “in crowd.” So, what does he say when he is vexed?

“I hate somebody.”

Quite the politician, no? How am I supposed to deal with that? The little creep is pretty smart, I gotta say (with no small amount of pride).

I fear for the world with this boy in it.

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