This morning on the way to the Y, Rosa announced, "Every time a girl doesn't finish her salad, God kills a carrot." I snerfled. Then she said, "I don't get it."

I was at a loss to explain all the ways that statement was Funny!Wrong. I had to fall back on, "It's kind of a joke."

I really didn't want to bring up the original; not because I was worried about explaining masturbation--although there wouldn't have been time to get into that conversation anyway--but because I didn't want her to internalize the message of the original statement without any irony.

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A little later, we said something about Congress and laws. I don't remember what the context was, but it was something she reacted to by saying, "If they do [whatever it was], I would do this," and made a weird face.

I said I didn't think that would be an effective debate tactic in Congress. She said people would yell at her. I said, "Or they'd snark at you, like I just did." Then I had to explain what snark means. "Sarcasm," I said. "It's a verb for making sarcastic comments." 'Sarcasm', she understands.