Short shameful confession

Image via WikipediaYesterday, at the cultural centre, where Boy Ten is taking part in a sort of sketch production of Alice in Wonderland, a moon-faced little girl, blonde as a Midwich Cuckoo, goes to me, "Do I know you?"

I'm like, "I don't know who you know. I can't see inside your head. I only know who I know."

She walked away.

Fucking with the heads of little kids, shocking. But it's never too early to get started on epistemology.