Today there was a terrorist attack in Jerusalem. An Israeli Palestinian went on a rampage with his bulldozer. L was checking the weather on his computer and called out to tell me the details. A immediately wanted to know what happened in Jerusalem.
A: What happened in Jerusalem?
Me: There was an accident.
A: What happened?
Me: There was an accident with a bulldozer.
A: What did the bulldozer do?
Me: There was an accident with a bulldozer and some people got hurt.
A: Why did they get hurt? (repeat x3)
Me: There was an accident and sometimes when things like this happen people get hurt. (repeat x3)
A: But not Saba and Savta and not Savta M.
Me: Right. Saba and Savta and Savta M are OK.
It’s an ugly world.
This evening when I put her to sleep she asked me again: “Mommy, what happened to the people in Jerusalem?”, “Why was there an accident?”, “Why did they get hurt”, “Saba and Savta and Savta M are OK”, “but Mommy, why?”
We read a book about a cat to make it all go away.