When she let me know of the story, I was a bit shocked that he already knew that word. Maybe he's heard it at gan? Whatever it was, I explained to her that her explanation was the only possible one, 'protection.' The conversation reminded me of a story in one of the earlier chapters in A Pslam in Jenin:
Doron's squad took up positions near the low sandbag walls of the tiny outpost. Someone's cell phone rang. It was Big Zvikah, the machine gunner. In the confusion, he hadn't had time to turn it off. It was his six-year old son.
"Abba, waht's going on? Are those gunshots?"
"No caparah." No, my soul. "We're playing Pokeman War. You know, like the video games you play all the time. Listen." He held up the phone.
All of the soldiers int he tiny outpost had heard the conversation. They all had young children, and knew the sounds that emanated from their children's Pokemon video games.
"Pikachu lightning!" Doron called out.
"Pepper Strike! Digimon Strike!" called out another soldier.
Doron drew his fingers across his throat in a signal to Big Zvikah. End the conversation. Enoguh is enough.
We live in a harsh reality. Our children will see pistols and assault rifles every week, be it on family members or complete strangers. How do we, as parents, find the balance when the children are young and only see weapons as 'cool'? At this tender age, I think my wife's attempt was the best a parent can do.