“Baby, you know that isn’t right. Remember learning about Pluto at the planetarium in Chicago?”
“But Caden said…”
“You don’t have to believe everything Caden says.”
“Yes I do. I’m his girlfriend!”
She is five years old, people.
“Caden? Who is this Caden fellow anyway?”
“He’s in first grade. He’s my boyfriend but we can’t get married until we are twenty-eight. That’s the rule.”
She’s dating an older man?!??!?! Still, 28 is a reasonable age…
“Why do you even have a boyfriend? You can have friends that are boys but you don’t need to have a boyfriend.”
“Yes I do! Everyone at school has a boyfriend or a girlfriend.”
Call me old and outdated, but I sure don’t remember that sort of thing going on in grade school back in my day. And who the hell told her she has to be stupid to earn some guy’s affection?
I remember my mother pulling me aside in high school, telling me I needed to dial it back a bit. “Boys don’t like girls who are smarter than they are.”
Maybe that’s true.
Maybe that’s been my problem all along.
But you know what?
My daughter knows that Pluto has a different orbit than the other “real” planets. It is smaller than Earth and is terribly cold. And you know what? It isn’t a planet because it has not cleared the neighborhood around its orbit.
Loving someone does not mean you have to agree with their silliness. Why some people still believe this is beyond me.
She can still “love” you, Caden, but by golly she is gonna teach you ALL about Pluto today…