plotting a neutral course

yesterday, sylvia decided two of her ballerina/princess/sparkly dolls were going to get married to each other. now, weddings around here are about as common as birthdays for ducky (we think he's about 1397 years old by now). i did not try to correct her, or to explain the precarious legal status of gay marriage. my one response was that it was somewhat unusual for two girls to get married. her response - that's ok, they're fairies. ba da bing!

jeff and i left the room without comment.