Insured Of A Future

Polly went to the post office the other day. The boys were with her. She reports the following conversation.

M: (bored)
What's that?

Polly: (distracted)
It's a poster advertising insurance.

M:
What's insurance?

Polly:
If you buy something valuable like a car or a television you can pay a little bit of money to insure against it being damaged. If it gets broken the insurance company gives you money to buy a new one.

M:(intrigued)
Wow. So if I break the telly they'll give us money for a new one.

Polly:
Er. . . Well, if you did it accidentally.

M:
What else can be insured?

Polly:
Just about anything. Houses, boats, people.

M:
People? Like you and daddy?

Polly:
Well like me. They won't insure daddy.

M:
So, you're insured?

Polly:
Yes. If I die daddy will be a very rich man.

M:
So if you suddenly die daddy gets lots of money. Cool.

Polly:
Well yes. But I'd be dead so you would be sad. Wouldn't you?

M:
Yes but dad would be rich. He could marry again.

Polly: (doubtfully)
Who would he marry?

M:
He'd be rich. He could marry any one.. . Kylie Minogue* probably.

Polly:
Oh.

M: (hopefully)
Or Catherine Tate**

* For the sake of our American and other non-British readers – Kylie Minogue = Petite Australian Pop Princess

** Catherine Tate = British Comedienne\Actor beloved of M because she stars as Donna, Dr Who's assistant.