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My 9 year old son found me reading a book on my bed.

"Raising Cain," he read aloud. "Who's Cain?"

"He's Adam and Eve's son," I replied.

"What did he do?"

"He killed his brother, Abel."

"Why?" he continued, still interrupting my special reading time.

"He was jealous," I answered.

"What's your book about?"

"Raising boys."

For a moment there was silence then, "You think I'm going to kill my brother?!"

"No," I said, "I think your brother might kill his, though."

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I won't introduce my daughters to the literary tragic figure of Hamlet, Ophelia. After this experience, I will read Reviving Ophelia in the safety of my closet or office. Ophelia contains too much symbolism for one mother to explain. Not to mention, how could I explain her demise?

What would Dr. Spock say about this?

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  1. Lisa Page RosenbergJune 11, 2009 at 8:20 AM

    I love it.
    Since my kid is 3, I can still get away with explaining anything I don't need him to know about (books, Pepsi, CSI) as being "too spicy" for him. He accepts this. These days are numbered...

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  2. JoanJune 11, 2009 at 11:53 AM

    Well, they are finding that Dr. Spock didn't know as much as he thought he did. He never had any children of his own, I hear, so practical experience was something he never had. Mother's instincts trump every time. You are a clever writer Nancy. Love to read your blog.

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