
Just as I began, "Well, you see, they say that there are 72 virgins..."
And he said, "Oh, you mean the 72 black-eyed virgins that, according to Islam, are waiting for you in heaven?"
I said, "Um, yeah."
He said, "They're called houri."
"What? Whores? Are you saying whores?"
"No, Houri, h-o-u-r-i. They are there to pleasure the men and then their virginity is restored."
MZA says, sotto voce, "Pleasure the men?"
"Where did you learn that?" My Muslim husband and I ask.
"From my mythology book, you know, that you gave me."
Right. MZA and I exchange glances.
Moral of the story: Never underestimate your kid. You never know WHAT you're going to learn.