Driving back from a quick trip to Officeworks Phee was going in to minute detail about a new game at school that involves pointing to different features as you count to the number of your birthday. The feature you land on apparently determines what you are. Land on your skull and you are brainy, your cheek and you are cheeky and, apparently your shoulders means you are gay.
“Oh”, I ask, “what does gay mean.”
And, in the most nonchalant and knowing voice, my little eight year old replies “It’s about when you get some sex with someone.”
I was still choking as she jumped out of the car to chase the cat around the front yard.