Today is Saturday so I put on my child’s favourite cartoon and go to catch some ever-evading sleep in the other room. Since she usually comes in every five minutes for water, biscuits, juice, chocs or kisses, after two hours of being blissfully undisturbed I think something is amiss and call her to my room.
‘What are you watching?’ I ask.
‘I am watching a cool movie. It’s a little bit scary. There are good men and women and some bad men and women. There is a huge monster. And all the nice people are going to hide. They protect little girls and shoot the big monsters and kill them every day. They shoot their hands, they shoot their feet, they shoot their tummies. It’s amazing.’
I realize she has turned on a grown up movie. I don’t understand how that happened – she is not computer literate at her age. My mouth is open.
‘How did you turn it on?’ I ask.
‘I don’t know’, her eyes turn into anime straight lines. ‘The monsters live in a cage’, she adds.
‘So what are the names of the people you are talking about?’
‘Oh’, she says with adoration, ‘the most beautiful one is Alice!’
Talk about epiphany. I run to the next room, and, sure as hell, my poor child has watched half of Resident Evil: Afterlife. Therapy, do you think?
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