Kay: You must pull the hairs out of your nose.
Me: Why is
that?
Kay: They
look horrible.
Me: You’ve
got hairs in your nose. You need them. I need them.
Kay: But
yours look ugly. Mine look beautiful. I’m a princess.
Me: Do my hairy
ears look ugly?
Kay: No you
are old.
Kay: Your legs
are disgusting.
Me: Why?
Kay: Your
legs are hairy. They are disgusting.
Me: Why are
hairy legs disgusting?
Kay: Uhhha.
They look disgusting.
Me: Do you
know any animals that have hairy legs?
Kay: Lions,
tigers, elephants.
Me: Are
they disgusting?
Kay: Your
legs are hairy. You need to shave them like my mum.
Me: How
often does your mum shave her legs?
Kay: Every
week.
Me: Have
you seen her?
Kay: Yes.
Me: When do
you think you will shave your legs?
Kay: When
I’m old. Next year.
Me: How old
will you be next year?
Kay: Seven.
Kay: When
grandpa dies and his hair keeps on growing will it come out of the ground?
Catherine:
Don’t say that.
Me: That’s okay.
You can talk about such things.
Catherine:
Your hair does grow after you die. That’s true but no it won’t happen. Anyway I
want to be cremated.
Kay: What
is cremated?
Catherine:
It means you don’t get buried. You get burnt. You become a few ashes.
Kay: Ughh.
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