I ran across this snippet of conversation I jotted down back when my oldest daughter had just turned 5, when she was looking at a few of my original generation toys:
DAUGHTER: "Who are the good guys?"
DADDY: "The Autobots."
DAUGHTER: "Are they white?"
DADDY: "No. They're all colors."
DAUGHTER: "Oh. Who are the bad guys?"
DADDY: "Decepticons."
DAUGHTER: "Who's the white one?"
DADDY: "Megatron."
DAUGHTER: "Is he good?"
DADDY: "No, he's the leader of the bad ones."
DAUGHTER: "Oh. Daddy?"
DADDY: "Yes?"
DAUGHTER: "I thought good guys were white."
DADDY: "In Westerns, Honey. Not in Transformers."
DAUGHTER: "Oh. Daddy?"
DADDY: "yes?"
DAUGHTER: "What are Westerns?"
(Can't wait until she's old enough to watch Fistful of Dollars ...)
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