Me: Guess what guys? We're going to a protest this morning.
Oliver: There will be lots of toys there!
Me: Um, no. But there will be lots of people and music and dancing.
Oliver (losing interest): Mommy, I want banana bread.
LATER, IN THE MINIVAN
Oliver: I'm so 'cited about the toy chest, Mommy.
Me: Oh, Oliver. It's a protest, not a toy chest.
Poor kid thought we were going to some giant new toy chest big enough to hold dancing people and drums. Instead he gets a whole lot of cheerfully pissed off gay people and a little distorted disco music. Still, in the end, I believe it's better for them.