One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the back seat.
"What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait to tell me.
"We learned that boys are different from girls," she chirped.
Looking into the rear view mirror, I could just see the top of her head.
"My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't," she added.
"Well, yes they do," I said cautiously.
"My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't,"
My palms were beginning to sweat. "Um...well..."
I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?"
Well, I didn't know what to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked herself that question at least once?
"Oh, well, . . . um," I stammered.