Tonight, as we are about to go upstairs and do story time, I say to E, "Hang on, honey. I need to put my hair up. It's really..."
"Bothring you, mommy?" E said, helping me finish my thought.
"Yes, honey, that's right," I added.
"Well mommy, you should have just been born a boy. You should have told the workers when they were making you that you wanted to be a boy so you wouldn't have to keep growing your hair long."
"Oh, is that right?" I asked.
"Yes mommy." ...pause..
"Mommy, were you alive while you were being made to be born?"
Oh, how their minds work!
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