My six year old, Scarlett, is getting a bit too smart for her own good.
Another perky conversation:
Scarlett: Can two girls get married?
Me: Yes, you know they can. Just like Thomas and Simon have two daddies, kids can also have two mummies. Why?
Scarlett: When I grow up I'm going to marry a girl.
Me: Oh, good (thinks, yes! Maybe she is a lesbian. No problem with teenage pregnancies etc). Why do you want to marry a girl?
Scarlett: Well, the problem is, mummies do all the cooking in the house and I don't want to do all the cooking, so I would want to live with another girl who would help me do the cooking.
Me: Now come on, daddy cooks sometimes. Pancakes and er, toast.
Scarlett: Yes, but he's not a good cooker. No, I want to marry a girl.
Me: Some men are good cooks too, you know.
Scarlett (unconvinced): I never saw any. Would I have to kiss the girl?
Me: Yes, probably. You two going to have babies?
Scarlett: Of course we are.
Me: By the way, two women can't have babies on their own, did you know that? You need a sperm from the man and an egg from the woman to make a baby. So they have to adopt a child or get sperm from a man and, er (no, I can't talk about turkey basters, not now, she's too young) and mix them together.
Scarlett (sighing): Oh mummy, I know that two ladies or two men have to adopt. Can I have squiggly noodles for dinner?
Me: Um, yes, if you like.
Question: Did anyone have these kind of complicated conversations twenty years ago?
Terrorism then and now
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