Wanting to verify what Reese was telling him, Tate called in to my room, "So, Mom, when we're teenagers....?"
Reese, however, cut him off and clarified, "No, Tate. When we're eighteen...we'll have Freedom of Speech."
I had been expecting to hear her say they would be able to vote, but their topic of discussion took a twist there at the end.
"What?" I chimed in. "What are you talking about? When you're 18?"
"Yeah," Reese continued. "When we're 18, we can say whatever we want."
For a split second I worried that, come October 2020, we were going to have an outspoken protestor/demonstrator/flag burner on our hands.
Thankfully, I figured out the more likely direction her train of thought was heading.
"So...what...you're just going to go crazy saying all the words we don't let you say now?" I probed.
"No," she explained innocently, "I just want to say 'b-u-t-t' one time. Because I haven't been able to say it my whole life."