|Quinn and world events
||[May. 12th, 2011|08:12 pm]
The morning of May 3rd, I told Quinn, who is nine, about Osama bin Laden's death, because I knew she'd hear about it at school.
Me: "Remember I told you a while ago about how a few weeks before you were born, those guys crashed planes into the buildings?"
Her: "And the buildings fell down and all the people died?"
Me: "Right. The guy who was the boss of them was named Osama bin Laden, and we've been looking for him ever since then. Last night, the Army guys found him, and tried to arrest him, and he was killed." (Yes, I know they were Navy SEALs, and yes, I know we didn't actually try to arrest him.)
She seemed OK with that. I continued "It's funny how Osama's name is kind of like Obama, too. When Obama was running for president, a lot of people were saying not to vote for Obama because his name sounds like Osama and that must mean he's a bad guy, too."
She said "That's silly, to not vote for someone because his name sounds like someone else's."
Me: "I know, it doesn't make much sense. You know what I think they were really worried about?"
Her: "That he's black?"
Me: "I think that's probably it."
She knows what's what.