My mom took Julia, age 7, and her friend Sally for the afternoon.  They played make-believe, ate tuna salad and celery and Oreos and run around Grammie’s townhouse and did slippery-slides on the wood floors.  That night, Sally’s mom called me to say she was sorry.  “For what?” Sally’s mom is a pediatrician.  “I think Sally gave Julia some incorrect anatomy.”

Sally: So, you have a step-grandpa?

Julia: Yup.

Sally: What’s his name?

Julia: Richard but everyone calls him Dick.

Sally [snickers]: Oh!  [leans in, whispers] That’s a not nice name for a breast.

That night, I told Julia about the correction. “Uh, Mom, I already know that.  It’s not like I was going to say ‘Hey, Mom, I can see your dick’.  It’s just a not nice word for penis.”

[End scene.]

Eat broccoli slaw and sigh.