Sometimes you think a conversation’s about to get seriously weird…
This evening, Wes and I were talking about one of his school friends, who had told Wes he couldn’t have a certain TV character as a favorite because she was a girl. Wes was pretty clear without my having to offer counsel that that was dumb and you could like anyone you want, but wanted an explanation as to why someone would say that. “He’s a 4-year-old misogynist” seemed harsh, so I stalled for time.
“Isn’t he friends with girls at your school?”
“Yeah! We play with girls every day! We pretend we’re monsters and chase the girls around. Then when we catch them we say [regretful voice] ‘Oh, I put your sister in the lover.’”
“You say WHAT?”
“I put your sister in the lover.”
[World's longest "uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."]
“Mommy! The stuff that comes out of volcanoes!”
“OH! That… actually makes sense.”
We never got back to the original question, but I think it’s best that I don’t attempt to speak with authority on any subject for at least 48 hours.