Wow. Apparently my 6 year old is in the ‘hot ears’ stage. She hears everything and questions it. She heard a TV chef say that he would marry a guest for his cooking if he wasn’t already married. I could have ignored it, or pretended I didn’t hear, but I figured, eh, we’ve handled race, might as well tackle another hot button this month (rolls eyes at self.)
Her: That’s silly boys can’t marry boys. OR girls marry girls.
Me: Actually hon they kind of can.
Me: ~Sarcastically~ they go and get rings and have a ceremony, just like anyone else.
Her: (thinking it over)
Me: Really though, you’re used to boys and girls getting married and that is what most people do, but there are some people that do fall in love, and so they get married. You know your dad and I have been married for a long time, but God sent us a special ‘zing’ that we found we loved each other. You know the mushy kissy face stuff. It’s like that for everyone. You won’t have that for a long time, but some day you will.
Her: (grossed out face at the kissy face comment, then smiles)
…. and that’s how I explained gay marriage to my 6 year old.