There is a very…advanced kid in one of the classes where I teach music.

On Monday (and many other days this summer), everyone is outside all the time because, well, they can be. So I end up just playing music outside, basically whatever comes into my head, for a couple of hours, and people come to listen, or they play in the sprinkler, or the sandbox, whatever. I’m there if they’re interested.

So in the natural progression of things, I start playing “Let It Go” from Frozen. With no preamble, no “Here’s a little ditty for someone special out there,” just playing it. Someone had an Elsa dress or something.

And the advanced kid walks over to me and says, “Actually, that’s from Frozen.”

And I was duly impressed. That was one of the clearest mansplains I’d ever heard, from someone who probably just turned three.

Out of the mouths of babes. Just another symptom of the apocalypse, I guess.