Faced with yet one more occasion of Joseph meeting him at the door with a roar, a leap and an "I sword you!" Michael asked, "What does he watch on TV during the day?"
Hardly anything, I promise. And what he watches is quiet, gentle, slow-moving, non-violent. Maisy. Little Bear.
"The boring stuff," said Michael.
But it's just gone on and on - this obsession with "swording." Perhaps the little boy who's at his sitter is into it - it's quite possible, although Joseph says no, "Max don't say dat."
And mind you, it's not like I'm new at this. I've mothered two boys before, and was equally careful with them. No guns at all, not much television, etc. Once my mother gave Christopher one of those play Crusader suits - helmet, sword, shield with a big cross on it. "I thought it would be okay," she said, "Since it's a Crusader."
But neither Christopher nor David were as into leaping and swording in the way that Joseph is. So, tired of threatening punishing for pointing things at us and saying "I sword you!" we went to Big Lots this morning, and I found a cheapo castle set ($4.99!) with two knights, each with a couple of weapons.
And do you know what? The swording hasn't stopped, but now, of course, it's the two plastic knights swording each other and the birthday dinosaur, and the rest of us are spared. I think that's better.
Not that I understand, but...it's better.