I learned two things today.
1) There is an upper age limit on when you can sing "Shankill Butchers" to your children.
2) That limit is age six.
There is a more than probable chance that Tessa will be singing that song to herself tomorrow at school.
If anyone asks about it, I'm going to focus on the value of vocabulary terms like "cleaver" and "askew" and commonsense lessons like "lock your windows tight."
With one of her knowing looks, Amy mentioned that Tessa asked "What's a butcher?" Amy played it safe and referenced the "going to market" conversation. More and more, I reminisce about those wonderful pre-verbal days.
I guess it's back to the wheels on the damn bus.
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