As I was loading the dishwasher after lunch today, one of our neighbors’ daughter sat on the dining table observing me and talking to me. She had asked me of the workings of a dishwasher and as I was explaining the physics of mechanical dish-washing to her, she blurted out, “God is sexist!”

I looked up with my surprized eyes to see her face lit with excitement as if she’d discovered life on Mars. “What did you say, sweetheart?” I asked in a confused and a feeble voice.
“I said God is sexist, ” she replied casually.
Certain that she couldn’t possibly know what sexist meant at her age, I confidently put the question “Do know what sexism is, J?” before resuming to load the plates.
“Of course, I do”. The reply was not good for my confidence. I was wrong in not giving her enough credit. I left the wet plates behind, dried my hands with the kitchen towel, and went to sit with her on the table.
“Ok, what is it then?” I asked her with a smile brimming with the belief of victory.

How could an eight year old possibly know the ‘real’ meaning?

Her eyes lit up as if she was waiting for me to ask her the question. She didn’t waste a breath before saying, “Sexism is discrimination against people because of their sex and people who do it are sexist.”

Dumbfounded and a crushed ego later, I admitted defeat.

“Where did you learn this?” I asked because that’s all I could think of at the moment.
“On TV”, came the prompt reply, “You know how people were sexist against Hillary Clinton. That’s why she didn’t win. Didn’t you know?”
She was the one with the surprized eyes this time. It was obvious from the contortions of her face that she wasn’t very pleased with my lack of knowledge.
“Yes yes”, I stammered trying to maintain my default dignity bestowed on me merely on the account of me being older than her, “but how is God sexist?”

She sighed.

“See, when I have to go pee, I have to use toilet paper to clean up but when P (her brother younger by 2 years) goes, he doesn’t need it! When we went camping, he could just go anywhere in the trees right? but I had to carry a toilet paper around. It’s not fair. God should’ve made me like P too! He didn’t. So he is sexist!”

It was my turn again to have the surprized eyes, but they were accompanied with a happy smile of pride and awe for my young friend’s analytical abilities. :)