“I see you’re drawing a lot of terrorists. Is that what the boys at school are talking about?” I ask my nine-year-old,
HEART TO HEART Bedtime winds to a close and I sit myself on the edge of my son’s bed and take a deep breath. It’s speech time!
I’m putting laundry away in my nine-year-old son’s drawer. I need to make room so I pull out colored pencils juggling balls and some old candy wrappers. I reach a pile of drawings and I pause.
Hey I think to myself as I peruse a comic book he’s creating He’s pretty good. Maybe he has a future as an illustrator.
I take a closer look. What is this? Terrorists bombs shootings… every picture is of terror. My heart drops. We don’t even live in Eretz Yisrael. Is this what my son thinks about all day?
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