Veteran’s Day

Last night, after reminding Noah that he didn’t have school today, I tried to explain the meaning of Veteran’s Day. I told him that his Grandpa had served in a war, and that his Pop Pop had lost a brother in that same war, and how it was good to honor the men and women who protect our country.

He seemed to listen carefully and even asked some questions.

Finally he said, “Mom, can you get me a piece of paper and a crayon?”

Of course I told him to get it himself.

“Okay,” he said. “I’m going to write a letter to the Army.”

I was so pleased. While Noah is a generally sensitive and appreciative kid, we have some work to do when it comes to empathizing with people in situations different from his. One time we were waiting at a stoplight and Pat rolled down the window to give some money to a panhandler. Noah spent the rest of the ride home interrogating us about why we would give our money away and indignantly demanding that the man get a job.

“Why doesn’t he just go get some money?”

Apparently he’s been stopping on Fox News while flipping between Disney and Nick Jr. Pat and I felt like failures.

So for Noah to want to write a letter thanking the Army on Veteran’s Day felt like a big step forward.

“That’s a great idea, Noah,” I said. “Or you could even write a letter to Grandpa. He was in the Army. You can thank him for his service.”

He seemed confused.

“No,” he said. “I’m writing a letter to the army. My lovey army.”

“What?”

“My lovey army. They’re going to get the bad guys and kick them all the way to Jupiter.”

So, obviously I did an awesome job explaining the point of Veteran’s Day. We’ll try again next year.

In the meantime, you’d better be on your best behavior. Monkey, Turtle, Mommy Bear, Spiderman, Horton, Hank, Clark, Bentley, Snoopy and the Little Guys (that would be Liony, Elephanty, Zebra-y and Giraffey) are a vigilant bunch.