I am in the dining room feeding Ellie and playing on the laptop. Will is in the living room watching cartoons.

All of a sudden I hear a panicked voice: “MOM! This isn’t appropriate! I thought it was appropriate but it’s not!”

I look over and he’s hiding under the sofa cushions. I look at the tv and it’s just a cartoon that seems to rely heavily on slapstick. A moose is trying to cut down a tree but first he chops off a finger and then it appears that the tree is going to fall on him.

“It’s okay, sweetie. You can change it.”

“No!” I hear from under the cushions.  “You have to do it!  I have to be under the pillows.”

I change it to Bedtime for Frances and he reemerges. 

“Thank you.  I thought it was appropriate but I made a mistake.  It wasn’t appropriate.  There was blood.”