I see unattainable luxuries. My kids see a reflection of their lives
First, we flick through the Mishpacha Jr. All that really interests the little ones are the Dov and Dina stories and the photos people send in of their kids posing proudly next to a Lego or Magna-Tile project. Sometimes, we go on to copy the things the magazine-kids made, but this week, no one wants to.
“Now Mummy’s magazine,” two-year-old Avigail says.
We read this magazine for the ads. Ads I would usually flick past, glazed-eyed, take on their own dimensions when seen through a child’s eyes.
“But why is that boy sitting on the moon?” four-year-old Aharon asks, confused by a Bonei Olam ad. “We can’t sit on the moon!”
I’ve stopped trying to explain the concept of artistic license and Photoshop. I just say, in Israeli-toddler-speak, “It’s k’ilu.” It’s make-believe, pretend.
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