On our way to dinner the other night, we passed a billboard with an ad for cancer research:Claire: "Mommy, is cancer the one where the cells just go crazy reproducing themselves again and again and try to take over someone's whole body?"
Me: "Yes, pretty much."
Claire: "Well, how do they do that? Does cancer have a brain? How many cells do there have to be before you can see the cancer? What does cancer look like?"
Me: [lengthy explanation of how, as is so often the case, I don't know the answer to most of these questions]
Margot: "I don't like cancer."
Claire: "Well, Margot, cancer is bad - but it is also so interesting. Mom, can we talk about cancer the whole time at dinner?"
Margot: "I don't want to talk about cancer! Can we please talk about love?"
