While Mom was out shopping last week, she took the Littles to the store to pick out a treat. As his sisters went straight for the animal figurines, Jedediah – the lone boy in a group full of girls – made a beeline for the manly stuff. In case anybody’s wondering, the kid is three. I’d swear he’s really older than that, but every time I make a comparison to Benjamin Button, I get slapped.
In this case, the “manly stuff” was a set of knights: decked in plastic, weapons of minor destruction in hand, ready for games of war. Then he picked up a dragon, too.
To which Mom said: “No, you can only pick out one thing.”
To which he said: “But the knights need to kill the dragon.”
He ended up with both. Obviously.
Because, as Lewis would say: “Since it is so likely that children will meet with cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage.”
Because, as Chesterton would say: “Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
Because, as Wilson would say: “What is the point of the whole Bible? Kill the dragon and get the girl.”
Little bro’s got it down.