My nine-year-old is a bit more than apalled, “We can’t get married, Nikki.”
“But I want to have a baby!” she argues.
“We’re brother and sister, so we can’t get married. That’s just the way it is.”
“Then I’ll marry Mommy!” she spouts off, without missing a beat.
Cameron laughs, “You can’t marry Mommy!”
“Two girls can’t get married–it’s all about the Yin and Yang, that’s why!”
“What’s the Yin and Yang?” Nikki asks, clearly interested in finding out.
“I can’t tell you,” Cameron admits, “You’ll need to wait until your much older, besides if I married you, we’d probably get divorced anyway.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” she argued, “Because in order to get divorced, you have to have kids first.”
It’s true, I should have said something, but I clearly had no idea where to begin. It isn’t that I won’t talk to them about these things. If I don’t, someone else certainly will. But I’ll need to do a bit of pondering. Any ideas?