Thursday, May 14, 2009

Strippers and Masada

So on the ride home from school yesterday, J informed me that he and a friend decided on "Masada" as the place in Israel about which they would do their research.

"Masada? Oh, that's interesting. And why not Tel Aviv?" I inquired, Tel Aviv being the place he and I had discussed earlier in the day.

"Someone told me there are strippers in Tel Aviv."



"What are strippers?" I asked innocently.

"Bad people," he replied.

I took a deep breath. "J, strippers aren't bad people. Strippers are people who work in nightclubs, and who take their clothes off."

"You're kidding! Why do they do that?"

Another deep breath.

"Well, you know how some men like to look at women's boobs? Some men like to look at women who take their clothes off."

"That's gross!"

[He was sufficiently horrified that he didn't ask any more questions. I realize now that the "boob" thing wasn't ideal, but I was in a pinch.]

Later on, we needed to do some internet research about his chosen place in Israel, Masada. I'd forgotten what really happened at Masada, but the internet reminded me. Uh, oh. Time for another interesting conversation.

"So here's Masada on the map..." I pointed out.

"So, Mom, what is so important about Masada anyway?"

"Well, it's actually a very sad story. Some Jews were living there a long time ago, and the Romans were trying to attack them, so the Jews decided to kill themselves rather than be attacked or captured by the Romans."

"You mean they committed suicide?"



Don't you just love being a parent?


Anonymous said...

My husband and I often talk about how we are going to have to censor ourselves once the baby is old enough to understand, and G-d forbid, repeat what we are saying. We had better censor ourselves carefully, or we are going to be having a lot of awkward conversations! :)

SuperRaizy said...

Reality can be so hard to explain to children. But since the only alternative is lying, we really don't have much choice.

Frogs in my formula said...

Isn't it incredible how parenting whittles the most complex topics
down to one liners, which often make you stop and think? It's ironic and frustrating and profound (sometimes painfully) all at the same time.