M reads a lot. A lot of the books at her reading level are a bit ahead of her chronological age/knowledge, so we get a lot of questions to help her clarify what she is reading. For example, yesterday she asked me “What does ‘tan their jackets’ mean?” She was reading a Little House on the Prairie book and apparently it was a reference to whipping children that sailed right over her head.
Today, I didn’t immediately know what she had been reading when she asked “What are warts?”
I gave a brief and neutral explanation.
“Are warts good or bad?” she asked.
Not wanting to feed into the wart-discrimination campaign, I said “Warts aren’t good or bad, they are just a bump on your skin.”
“I know a kind of warts that are bad,” M said.
“What kind of warts are bad?”
M snickered and replied “GENITAL WARTS!!!”
She has apparently been reading my autographed copy of It’s Perfectly Normal, because we loaned out our copy of the more age-appropriate It’s Not the Stork.
Knowledgeable about sexually transmitted diseases at age six? That’s my girl.
