I’m at work right now with my radio playing quietly in the background. And I had to pause my work to listen to a little girl who had called in; she said she was in the production of “La Boheme” and she wanted everyone to be sure to go see it. The deejay asked her what it was about, and she says, “Well, this boy and girl fall in love and they have no money and it’s Christmas time and they sing a really pretty song, but the girl is dying so the boy breaks up with her. But then the girl goes to his house and they sing together again and then the girl dies of VD.”

There was silence for a second, then the deejay says, “Wow, she dies of VD? That’s…that’s pretty sad.” And the little girl assured him that it isn’t too bad, because she still looks “real pretty.”

I laughed so hard I almost cried.

Poor Mimi; who knew?

Actually, I think the fact that an 8-year-old DOESN’T know the difference between VD and TB is kind of refreshing.