Byron and I are talking about bush, the military and terrorists at breakfast today. You know those nice family discussions over a meal... I am trying to redirect the conversation to something like the beach perhaps and Luna asks,
"Exactly what IS a terrorist?"
Um, well darn, do you have to ask that? I am thinking. I blurt out and hope she takes it and we can move on to something a little more positive,
"Someone who blows things up."
Immediately, she says,
"Well, then that makes george bush a terrorist because isn't he blowing people up around the world?"
Now she wants to know about segregation and wondered if we lived back then,
"Would you be able to sit with Liam on that bus because you have brown skin and he has light skin?"
It will be an interesting day...
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Just when I think the kids I nanny for are bright, I read your blog. Yesterday, the 6 year old asked me if I liked girls or boys better. To get out of it, I said neither, I like dogs better. So she asked, do you like cats or dogs better. We have such deep conversations.
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