It has been about a month now since the incident, and B is still having nightmares. Now, he has nightmares pretty regularly anyway, but they have been worse lately. I didn't realize the burglary was still on his mind until last week, when on the way to school...
B asked, "Mommy, who are the bad guys?"
"What bad guys?" I asked.
"You know, the bad guys who came in Nana's house," he replied.
"I don't know," I answered weakly, wondering where this was going.
Then he asked, "How many bad guys are in this world?"
Feeling sad, I lied, "I don't know, not too many I hope."
He still wasn't satisfied and asked, "But where are the bad guys?"
I was trying to carefully plan my answer because B doesn't miss a thing - or forget either.
"They are in jail, " I lied.
"Why are they in jail?" he asked.
"Well, so the police can help them learn to behave," I explained.
"Where is the jail?" he asked.
"Well, it's far away, " I lied. Again.
"Can I see it from here?" he asked.
"No. It's far away, " I said.
He looked out the window for a while and then said, "Mommy, what do the bad guys look like?"
"Well, I'm not sure, I don't know," I said.
Then he surprised me and said, "I know what they look like."
"You do?" I asked. I was a little concerned.
"Yes, they have a big black beard and mean eyes. Oh and a shirt with a number 1 on it," he said.
I have no idea where that came from, but I am sure it was in a movie or something.
He got quiet for a while and then I reminded him, "You know, honey, you don't have to worry about the bad guys. The policemen worry about them - so kids don't have to."
He thought for a minute and asked, "Mommy, but why do the bad guys do bad things?"
This time I told the truth, "I don't know, honey."
And I don't.