From this morning, as I was driving her to school.
Me: So you know I’ll be gone this weekend, right?
Athena: Yes. Where will you be going?
Athena: Where’s that?
Me: It’s in Massachusetts.
Athena: Masschusetts! Are you going to divorce mommy and marry a boy?
Me: What? No.
Athena: Why not?
Me: Well, for one, I don’t want to divorce your mother. For two, I don’t really want to marry a boy. I don’t like boys that way.
Athena: You don’t?
Me: Really, no.
Athena: But then you would have something special.
Me: I already have something special with your mother.
Athena: Well, okay.
Bear in mind I’m pretty sure that Athena wasn’t really expecting me to divorce Krissy and marry a boy. But I do find it interesting that same-sex marriage was the thing that popped into her mind when I said “Massachusetts.” Yes, I did tell her about it once (once! I think more than a year ago, in the larger context of talking about marriage in general), but I’m sure I’ve told her other things about the Massachusetts as well. It’s funny what sticks in kids’ heads.