I don’t want my kids to learn about September 11th.
I mean, they’re two, so it’s not like it’s bound to happen anytime soon. We don’t sing songs about the World Trade Center in our toddler music class. The word “jihad” isn’t on any of their flash cards. Abby Cadabby and Elmo have yet to deliver their emotional tribute to the brave passengers of United Flight 93.
I have time.
But someday, probably when I’m not around, they’re going to hear about it. One day at school, some kid will make a joke that goes over my kids’ heads, and he’ll say, “Duh, don’t you know about 9/11?” Or they’ll be flipping channels looking for some Nickelodeon sitcom with a pumped-up laugh track that tells kids how naïve and embarrassing parents are, and instead they’ll see an image of a plane flying into a skyscraper and a massive fireball erupting. …
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