Innocence Lost

Who knew the shark video from the library should have had a rating, an "explicit content" sticker, a giant head with a bigger mouth saying, "Not appropriate for your children."

It's been way below zero here for a really long time. Eventually, I will probably start showing full length movies during morning play break but for now, I am still doing documentaries. Maybe it's that I feel like I am still doing school when animals are being filmed and educationally spoken of. That's in contrast to trying to make, say, a study guide for "Finding Nemo. A lot of my opinions changed though, this morning. 

I got off the treadmill. I had been listening to John Piper on Romans 9. My head was filled with thoughts of election, sovereignty, irresistible grace. I walked into the room where my kids were watching the shark documentary I had checked out from the library and instructed them to watch. I came in at this part: 

"The male shark finally manages to get a hold of the female's gills. As he grabs onto them, he lacerates them, causing her to lie still. The male now brutally and violently implants himself in the female. Finally finished, he swims away while she lies exhausted and injured." 

There is plenty of photography to accompany this statement. The photographer/sicko remarks on the rarity of such close footage of this sort of behavior. I am catatonic. "What are they doing, Mom?" awakens me out of my stupor, not to give an answer but simply to say, "Wow. Who's ready to go upstairs?"

The forecast for tomorrow is 8 degrees. It's time to go outside to play. I think it is still too cold for the deer to be making plans.