Putting Klara in a Christian school brought some unanticipated benefits. For instance, when the kids are taken to the school library to pick out their books for the week, I don’t have to worry she’ll bring home some garbage about the anti-racist baby, “non-traditional families,” or a boy who decided he was a girl. All of the books are sweet and wholesome. Today, for instance, she picked out a book about an old lady who knitted hats and gave them away to anybody who needed them.
Also, there’s a gigantic nativity scene in front of the school. And a million Christmas activities of the kind I approve.