1. On the drive up to my mom’s yesterday, I speculated about what the Easter Bunny might have left for the kids.

“Mama, you know the Easter Bunny is NOT REAL.”

“Oh. Why do you say that?” I am not invested in her belief in fairy tale beings, but as far as I know she has a totally uncritical acceptance of Santa Claus, the Halloween Fairy and fairies in general, so I was surprised to learn that the Easter Bunny is not real to her.

“My brain told me. Last Saturday.”

Eventually she elaborated that the Easter Bunny is a “fake ghost” who might come to Nana’s house *if* the Halloween Fairy waves her wand and makes him appear.Halloween is closely associated with Easter in Rio’s mind because these are the two days of the year she reliably scores a stash of candy.

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2. On the way home from Nana’s, Rio announces that she will be a musician when she grows up, or possibly a magician. She begins listing some cities she will go to on her world tour: Buenos Aires, Boston, Somerville, Haverhill, Tuscon, Newburyport (basically all the places she has ever been).

Then she says, “Mama, you know how when I am a grown up, I can go anywhere I want?”

“Yes.”

“Well, when that happens, I am not planning to have any childen. Not until I am ready to give up my job. I mean, if I had some kids, and they were teenagers and I could find a babysitter for them, then I could have a job and kids. But if they were going to be babies, I am not planning to have any kids for a very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very long time.”

I think I left out a few dozen “very”s there, but you get the idea. Dear feminist self, please do not panic. She is four, and I am sure her ideas about gender and parenting and work will continue to evolve. Love, Stay-At-Home Mom Self

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