When you have kids, you end up answering questions. A lot of questions.
At a moment's notice, you can be on the spot to answer questions about mortality, god, the government, the law, race, class, banks, genitals and reproduction of various species - you name it. If they have heard about it, you will likely be called upon to answer it sooner or later.
A few weeks ago, in early July, 2012, my wife, daughter, and I went to the 9/11 Memorial in New York City. My daughter has been incredibly interested in the attack on 9/11 - she's eight, and wasn't alive when it happened. As part of the lead up to the ten year anniversary of the event she saw pictures and footage of the disaster. Around that time, we were all watching some completely unrelated show, and during a commercial break they ran an ad for the anniversary coverage, and quick as a blink the footage of the plane exploding into the second tower filled the screen. My wife flinched, and my daughter...