We have a tradition at our house. On Saturdays, Harper comes and gets in bed with me and watches cartoons while I try to sleep for another half-hour. Last Saturday morning I turned on the television and the slow feminist biopic, The Young Victoria (Emily Blunt) was on- and I tried to turn the channel to cartoons and Harper would not let me. She was fascinated- and I became fascinated with her fascination. The following conversation is very, very real.
H: Which guy is her boyfriend?
K: The one with brown hair.
H: Why is his hair like that?
K: They thought it was stylish at the time.
H: Why doesn't she just marry him?
K: Because she didn't want anyone to be her boss. Also, she was afraid that he was only pretending to like her because she was the Queen. She was being careful. She was being smart.
H: Would it be best for you if I never got married?
K: (sitting up from pillows and blankets) NO! No- what would be best for me is if you are happy! I want you to get married if that is what will make you happy- I just want you to be like Victoria and take your time...okay? Be smart. Take your time? Look at me. I want you to be happy.
H: Okay. So why do grown-ups kiss like that?
K: (groan) Let's watch cartoons! Aren't you hungry? Let's make crepes with nutella!
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