Scene: Evening at the Komplexify home. I’m reading my email while the Ladybug is writing in her journal.
Labybug: Whatcha reading?
Me: It’s an email from the chair of the faculty about when the new Presidential Search Committee will be formed and who will be on it.
LB: What’s a “presidential search committee”?
Me: My university has a boss, called the President. Our previous president got sick with cancer, and unfortunately the doctors weren’t able to make him better, and so he died. Right now my university doesn’t have president, so we need to look for a new one.
LB: Your school is going to get a new President?
LB: I hope it’s not Mitt Romney.
Me: Why don’t you want Mitt Romney to be my school’s president?
LB: Because you don’t like him.
Me: That’s true, but that’s not a great reason for you not to like him. You’re allowed to like stuff I don’t like, and you’re allowed not to like stuff I do like.
LB: Oh. I thought Mitt Romney doesn’t want boys to marry boys and girls to marry girls.
Me: That’s right. He thinks that boys should only marry girls and that girls should only marry boys. He thinks every kid should have one mommy and one daddy.
LB: I have two mommies: Mom and my foster mom.
Me: Yes, you do.
LB: He doesn’t like that?
Me: I don’t know, kiddo.
LB: Huh. Anyways, I don’t think it should matter what you look like to get married. I think it should be about whether you’re a good person inside. If the two people are good on the inside and are in love, then they should be able to get married.
Me: You are a wiser person that Mitt Romney, little girl.
LB: Yeah, I know.
I don’t care what your political ideology is, I’m going to chalk this up as a PARENTING WIN.