Too late, i believe I just pulled a fast one.

I know exactly what you mean. My daughter has just turned 6 and listening to her play - the things she says and the way she looks at the world - has to be the one of the most inspirational experiences life has to offer. She is so creative and has something amazing to say about just about anything she encounters. I think it takes the innocence and creativity of a child's mind to reveal some of the most important truths and injustices that society tries to hide from us. It's interesting that you meantion Neo-Nazis in your piece. I'm not a social worker, so call me old-fashioned but I haven't quite got round to teaching her about national socialism yet. Nevertheless, some of her friends are ethnics and the issue of racism was raised, indirectly, during one of our little discussions. She had noticed, through sitting on my lap watching news on the television, that nearly every news featured "bad black people" being arrested. One of her friends from school is African-American and one day, out of the blue, she asked me if Leroy would have to go to jail, too. Holding back the tears, I kissed her gently on the lips and said "One day things will change, my love. One day..."

Baby, that was years ago, I've cleaned up my act now. (I'll call you after the hubby goes to bed.)

Thanks, to be honest, I had no idea those were 2 different words, with different spellings, until this moment.

Thanks for your comments. I am actually working on a series of memoirs about life with my daughter (the poet featured in this story), but they are all still in prosey poetry form. They feature glimpses of the beautiful things I have seen her say and do. She's at the perfect, inquisitive, fairness oriented age of 5 and a half that make her comments absolutely inspiring. Maybe, eventually, I could make it into a story, but I write "poetry" (which you've noticed is more like prose with decent storylines) because I don't have energy with a daughter and a social work job, to make short stories happen.

You're a cutie pie.

Wow, you got to fuck him? All he'd let me do is jack-off while licking his wounds. He's no longer my Lord & Savior, I'm locking him out of my heart, and throwing his robes out the window and onto the front lawn, let the neighbors see, I don't care anymore.

Just asking.