Cupcakes are good. I know it, you know it, and my 6-year-old knows it. But, you know what’s better than regular cupcakes? Cupcakes with rainbows and sprinkles. My 6-year-old really, really knows that. This is why her little sugar-grubbing heart was broken when my mom took her to Cupcake Royale last week and they were fresh out of their rainbowgasmic offering, The Gay. She settled for another cupcake, but the rest of the day went a little something like this:
-Averi, are you hungry for dinner?
-I really wish I could have gotten The Gay.
-Averi, should we read a book?
-The Gay had rainbow sprinkles and also a big rainbow on top.
-I think you can eat the rainbow that is on top of The Gay…
You get the point. Since she used the word “gay” about 100 times within a 4-hour span, I thought I should refresh her memory about the meaning of the word. That went a little something like this:
-Do you remember what the word “gay” means?
-Some people love, and sometimes want to get married to, people who are the same sex as they are. So some boys love boys and some girls love girls.
-(looking accusingly at her baby brother) Well, I want to marry William, but I think he wants to marry you!
So that was how that went. No snickering. No ewwwwwing. No judging.
I think it’s a very, very good idea to let our children know that there are different types of people in this world. I also think it’s a very, very good idea to let our children know that those people are just as awesome as they are. I’m not into the whole I’m-a-better-parent-than-you-because thing, but I feel pretty confident in saying this:
If you choose to model intolerance, you’re sort of failing at The Good Parent Thing.
Let’s do better than that. Let’s raise kids who worry less about who their neighbor loves and more about how to love their neighbor. There are enough assholes in the world. And it’s probably not their fault. Still, I would prefer to share a gay cupcake with somebody who isn’t an asshole. Even if they do want to marry their baby brother.