Demons and Spawn - Lileks

Demons and Spawn - Lileks related this story the other day in the Bleat:

“Are you sure it’s not a demon?” I asked my wife. She gave me that wifely look. “Because when your kid starts talking about creatures we can’t see, I think we ought to include demons in the mix of possible reasons.”

“I think it’s an imaginary friend,” she said. “Probably not a demon.”

“Sure. Sure. But - do you think they’d be able to tell in Sunday school? Like, if she hissed whenever they brought up Jesus?”

“I’m sure we’d hear about it.”

One late-winter day, during the 1994 Winter Olympics, I went out in the back yard with my daughter, then two years old.

She toddled over to a spot of glare ice by the garage, and as I watched perplexed, began spinning maniacally in tight circles.

"Daddy!", she yelled. "Daddy! Satan!"

Huh?

"Daddy! Satan!" She whirled about in a half a dozen more tight, frenzied circles.

"Satan, Daddy, Satan!"

I expected the green-pea soup vomit...

...when I remembered she'd been watching skating with her mother.

SKAY-ting, not SAY-tan.

Nothing seemed so bad after that.

Posted by Mitch at October 1, 2003 06:00 AM