face-down-asgard-up:

Kiddo told me that when it’s bathroom break time in her Kindergarten class that the boys go as a group and the girls go as a group.

“Except for A. She thinks she’s a boy,” said Kiddo.

“Well, maybe A is a boy,” I responded.

“No, she’s a girl!”

“How do you know?”

…

This is just awesome.  Who says that parents can’t truly talk to their kids about issues?  A few weeks ago I was waiting for a doctor’s appointment when I overheard a mother and her probably seven or so years old son.  He was asking why her wedding ring didn’t have a real diamond, and she answered by saying that the way people find and get diamonds often hurts people, and you can’t always know if the person who is selling them got the diamonds that way.  She definitely should’ve won a parenting award for that one.  It made me feel better, cause like five minutes earlier I had to listen to some idiot telling his few months old infant to shut up, and wondering out loud why she wasn’t listening.