"I know about condoms," Hazel put in. "They go on your thing, and my mom told my dad not to use one once so he didn't and that's how they got me."

Alana had exactly enough shame to look horrified. "How do you know that?" she asked. "And, no offense, but what was wrong with me?"

Hazel shrugged, nonchalant. "Dunno. You guys were arguing. Then Granny told Dad not to say stuff like that when I could hear, except she didn't say stuff. Can I have a playdate now?"