I frequently find myself thinking "I should write that down... that's brilliant" and then not writing it down. This week, my five year old daughter gave me cause to think that I should really write down what she has just said. I didn't, of course. Thankfully, I've just had a moment of clarity and realised that I have a spare five minutes with which I could put to some use by recording what she said.
Thank Goodness For "The Simpsons"
Emily: "Daddy? I don't want to be a gay"
Daddy: Speechless. Gobsmacked. Stunned.
Thankfully, Rachel, my eight year old daughter stepped in by stating that she didn't want to be a gay either and went on to explain that gays were girls who kissed other girls and boys who kissed other boys.
Daddy: Still speechless and wondering what subjects had made it on to the primary school curriculum!
Rachel, again thankfully, explained that she had learnt about gays by watching an episode of The Simpsons!
Final Day Of Term
Today, my girls left school for the last time in 2009. It was the final day of term. Naturally, I asked them what they did during their final school day. "Did you learn anything about trigonometry? Did you read any Shakespeare? What about Ecce Romani? Have you even started 'In pictura est puella'?"
Emily started dancing in the kitchen singing "Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me? Don't cha?"
Remember? Five years old. The only music played in our house is AC/DC, The Beatles, classical music and Enya (eclectic, I know). Where does she learn this stuff? School, of course. Her classmates are the teachers of course.