For a couple weeks Alasdair was really into reading Lizzie's Lion, a great little rhyming story about a girl and her lion. Oh, a girl and her lion and a robber that creeps into her bedroom in the middle of the night, right. Alasdair now asks at the end of the book "What happened to the robber, Mommy?" My response is "He's in the garbage can", which is true, I just leave out a few details that would be contained in a more complete answer such as: "He's dead, the lion tore him to shreds, and they scraped the pieces off the walls and ceiling and put them in a garbage bag and threw him out with the trash". But I can tell Alasdair is not quite satisfied with my response.
But you know, I think kids like scary. Or, Alasdair does anyway. "There's a monster in your room mommy" or "There's a ghost in the living room" have become a part of our play. And he says these looking partly scared, but usually with a smile on his face like he's having fun. Or, as an attempt to get me to go get the toy from the other room for him because he couldn't possibly go in there alone with the creature.

Alasdair likes Fairy Tales and Beatrix Potter stories despite the fear factor, or perhaps because of it. I know because he retells them and plays them. It gives his imagination another avenue beyond its two most common themes "Let's go to the store and buy bagels" and "Where's your mommy?" Besides, he asks you to read them again (but it's againa, not simply again). So we're going to stick with them for now. We'll head out on adventures with Benjamin Bunny and Peter Rabbit as they are chased and trapped by Mr. McGregor and his cat. Our hearts will beat faster and we'll hold our breath and sigh with relief when everything works out okay. And that sounds just a little bit like bringing a new baby home to meet her big brother. I have let out my sigh of relief, everything is working out just fine. And we'll get to watch Beatrix and her big brother adventure happily through childhood, just like Peter and Benjamin.
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