Teaching World Peace to Terrorists

When they ask these Miss India types - what do you want? and they say "World Peace", I want to invite them home. Come and see what creating world peace involves. For four years, I kept my son away from the world of toy guns. He was to be the epitome of peace and calm behavior. Of course, on occasional visits to other "boys will be boys" houses, he would invariably pick up his friends' guns and unleash his pent-up energy. Finally we relented. Let us not be too harsh on the kid and so finalllly... a little green gun, masquerading as a top was his. To us, it seemed the most innocent possible gun, and it would give him a chance to indulge his fancy.

But.

It has given him a new identity. Now my son struts around with a pair of coolers (even tho it is disney branded with a cartoon image), a red cap (that was picked up during his spiderman-crazy phase), AND the gun. He waits for every opportunity, and sometimes for no opportunity at all to take us to task.

"Mommy!" He shouts, when I invite him (yell at him) politely (threaten with dire consequences) for dinner "You will be sent to a house for naughty persons". I speak my thanks and repeat my invitation. He glares at me from below his cap and coolers and points the gun in my direction. "I am very upset with you"

I cringe and wait for the smallest opportunity to do away with the mischief-making gun. The four-year old still struts around yelling for revenge! How, when children are born with such aptitude for terrorizing their family and neighbours, can this simpering PYT talk about World Peace, dammit. Come home darling and I will show you world peace.

Now I am preparing my younger son to walk on the path of peace. No guns for him, no sir. He will grow up to be the epitome of peace and calm behavior (part 2). Yesterday, my non-violent epitome II, proceeded to watch a live ant crawl on the floor, in fascination, and in a sudden movement, picked it up and plopped it into his mouth. We rushed to the rescue (of the ant) immediately and finding it in his mouth, still squirming, deposited it to safety.

Now I have written to the organizers of the Miss India pageant and I wait, hoping for an acceptance for my invitation. RIP!