Fixed

I spent the summer after I graduated from high school working for a day camp sponsored by Caritas and the Boys’ and Girls’ Clubs of Waco. It was not what I wanted to be doing, but I had declared myself too old to junior staff at Camp Lone Star and my parents had declared me too young to join the full time staff. Working at this day camp was supposed to be the next best thing, but it ended up being the most physically and emotionally draining experience I have ever had (yes, even more draining than all the summers that I was on staff at Lone Star). Almost all of the children were from very poor families, and had experienced a very different lifestyle than I had. Most days I went home and cried and then was asleep by 8 or 9.
This is not a sad story from that summer. Instead, it’s one of the funniest kid moments I’ve ever experienced.
It was toward the end of the summer, and I was in charge of a group of about 18 seven and eight olds. One day, we had finished our afternoon snack and were waiting for it to be time for us to move on to the next activity, so we were sitting around talking and the kids started asking me questions.
Kid: How old are you, Miss Sherrah?
Me: 18.
Kid: Do you have any kids?
Me: No.
Kid: Why not?
Me (trying to think how to tactfully answer): I’m not old enough to have kids.
Kid: My sister’s 18 and she has a kid.
Me: Well, I’m not married.
Kid: My sister’s not married.
Me (again, trying to be tactful): I want to wait until I'm married to have kids.
Kid: Well, could you have kids now?
Me (thinking, well, technically, yes, but considering that I'm not going to do anything which will enable me to get pregnant until I'm married...): Nooo....
Kid (in complete awe and wonderment): You mean you’re FIXED?