Growing Up

When I grow up I want to be a one-eyed pirate with one of these.

Um.

“So if you marry four women do you have to wear four rings?”

Really? REALLY? That’s the only question you could come up with? Young boys never fail to shock me. As I sat on the tram and listened to this absurd conversation I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or throw myself in front of the next passing tram. The young Libyan man from my German class looked at the young boy comically and tried to explain that if he did decide to marry four women, he would, in fact, need only to wear one ring. SHOCKER.