Yesterday, on the way back from dropping Brianna off at her Spanish class, I had Kenny Chesney playing on the radio (I think it should be noted that it was playing rather loudly for this post to make sense) when the following conversation ensued:
Me: I love me some Kenny Chesney.
Megan: Is Kenny G gay?
Me (a little startled that my 9-year-old would even think to ask that, but trying to maintain my “always try to answer an honest question honestly” motto): Well, this is Kenny Chesney, not Kenny G and I have no idea about Kenny G’s sexual orientation.
Do you even know what that means?
Me: Why would you ask about something when you don’t even know what it means?
Megan: I asked if Kenny G was dead.
Both Kenny Chesney and Kenny G are very much alive.
Always make sure you understand the question.