Apropos this thread, these kids seem pretty with it:
One more reader reflects:
There's no surprise that my son doesn't know who Osama bin Laden is: he's only 21 months old. But looking at that happy, laughing child, just learning to talk, would anyone want him to know who bin Laden is?
I know who bin Laden is, because I remember that confused day in New York, and I remember all the terrible things that followed: the war, the bloodshed, the torture, the lies for which we had to invent the word "truthiness". All the terrible things that happened in the Aughties – that stupid, horrible decade. I know who Osama bin Laden is, because I remember all those things. I'm sure my son will learn who bin Laden is – as history, as the reason why things are the way they are in his world. And this history will always be with us. But he will never have those painful memories: he is free of them.
I was one of those initially put off by the gruesome glee of people celebrating OBL getting shot in the head; I was more glad about the capture of his documents and computers. But thinking about it this way, I broke down and had to take a moment, just in sheer relief that this is done with: our children won't have to remember who Osama bin Laden is and what he did.
The Dish 