So many kids have asked me “why did you kill them?” when talking about dinosaurs as if I, personally, had hurled a meteorite at them 65 million years ago.
I guess I’ve really been giving off “time-traveling murderer” vibes today. I styled my hair differently this morning. Maybe that’s why.
I was just talking to a little girl who interrupted me with new questions before I could answer her previous inquiries. I was speaking as rapidly as I could, trying to keep up with her, but then she asked who Christopher Columbus was.
“He was the first European to officially sail to the Americas,” I said.
“Is he dead?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “He’s been dead for hundreds of—“
“Why did you kill him?”
I stammered for a moment, uncertain how she arrived at that conclusion, and then explained that while I didn’t kill him, he was a cruel person who killed and enslaved lots of people and I am very glad he’s not alive anymore.
She looked at me suspiciously and then said “So you DID kill him.”
I…. fine. Okay. Sure. He had it coming.
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