gigglyLaurel: [reading the headline on a magazine] I'm Gay!
People around us look vaguely uncomfortable, particularly the woman immediately behind us in line.
Laurel: What does 'I'm gay' mean?
Me: It's like J-- and I--.
(J-- is my cousin; I-- is his boyfriend.)
Laurel: So what does 'gay' mean?
Me: It's when a man loves a man.
Laurel: [giggles]
Me: It's just a way people are, like having different-colored eyes. Just in our family, you have blue eyes, I have brown eyes and Daddy has green eyes.
The woman behind us now looks extremely uncomfortable.
Laurel: I'm gay! I'm gay!
Vogon and Me: [simultaneously] That's enough, Laurel.
...
The first time I explained homosexuality to her in the context of J-- and I--, she asked if that she could be their flower girl when they get married. I'm not sure whether I'll be relieved or mildly sad when that magazine goes off the newsstands.
