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I am still pondering about what to answer a ten year old who asked me "Am I Christian?" I told her that I knew I was Jewish, but I didn't know if she was Christian. I asked her was she Buddhist and she was certain she wasn't. And then we were both stymied.

This wasn't even in class. Ten year olds have just taken to coming up to me and asking me unanswerables. Has someone put a label on my back saying "Ask Gillian difficult questions."?

Mind you, the ten year old's questions were nothing compared to the comment of the four year old yesterday. Youngest daughter of an old friend. No, that doesn't explain anything. I am entirely positive that her mother has never looked me straight in the eyes and said "You are silly" as if she were conferring a knighthood. I have decided to take the comment as the distinction that it was obviously meant to be. I wasn't even *being* particularly silly. Yesterday arvo was truly fun - a lot of under-six playtime. And me being called silly.

Whatever I am doing, I hope it carries over to panels at Conjure. It would be rather delightful to have an audience looking at me as if conferring a great honour and deciding that I was silly. My nieces suggest that throwing chocolates at audience members might achieve this effect. Mum and I are contemplating this when we go shopping this afternoon.

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Quick update.

This is mainly for Conjure attendees. Mum and I visited the Alpha chocolate factory outlet today and bought lots of soft centres for Conjure. I don't know if I will throw them at audience members as suggested by my nieces, but I will certainly give them away at some stage.

My useful factoid of the day is you can now buy Australian made kosher Easter eggs. I saw them at the Alpha outlet. I nearly bought one, but Mum convinced me they wouldn't travel. She also pointed out that kosher does not equal kosher for Passover. I decided my life was blighted forever until we went via Kraus's and finished off the household Passover shopping. I managed to buy some choc covered matzah. The masses get soft-centred chocolates and I get the matzah. Sounds fair to me...

I think I am a chocolate addict. I do not want to be cured.