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*Mommy?
*Yes, dear?
*Will I have to go to jail when I grow up?
*What do you mean, darling?
*Well, I think Tommy is ''real cute'' and I'd really like to be his boyfriend, and I think he's really sexy, and I like him so so much that...
*What does this have to do with going to jail?
*Well, I just read that that makes be a peedufile, and peedufiles have to get arrested and sent to jail for the rest of their lives, and that's why I'm asking you if I'll have to go to jail when I grow up.
*Dear, you're only 10 years old--lots of things can change between now and when you grow up.
*But Mommy--I've always liked the other boys in my classes for ever since I can remember so I don't think I'm gonna change. Will you come and visit me when I'm in jail?
*Uh, well, I suppose... well, if you ''did'' go to jail, for whatever reason, I'd still love you, so of course I'd visit you.
*Gee, that's swell! I'd hate to be all alone in jail, with nobody to talk to.
*Oh, don't worry about that... there'd be ''lots'' of men who'd want to talk to ''you'' if you were in jail. I'm ''sure'' of that!
*Gee, I feel better already. Thanks, Mommy!
*You're welcome, dear. Now, go wash your hands--it's almost time for dinner!
*Yes, Mommy, right after I finish cutting out these pictures of boys in their underpants from the Sears catalog for my scrapbook...