My eldest asked me this evening, “have you ever heard of a man named, Van Gogh?”

To which I replied: “You mean, the one who cut off his ear and sent it to his girlfriend?”

(Extreme disgust and shock on her face) “Ew. He cut his ear off? You can’t cut off your ear! How would he hear? Mommy!!”

“Well, I don’t know what facts you’re learning or not these days; you’re the one who came home telling me someone shot and killed Dr. King.”

I guess I should have just said, “yes.”