Should You Impart Your Beliefs Unto Someone Else's Child?

Lena and her buddy were bouncing the trampoline discussing deep philosophical five-year-old matters like who can do a higher jump and whose twist was "wicked cooler".  Eavesdropping provides a cornucopia of hilarity for me. So I hunker into a chair on my porch and unabashedly listen to their prattle.  Without warning, the conversation takes a mature turn.  The girls are in a heated debate about whether girls can marry girls, boys can marry boys.  They concede that they are both ok with same sex marriage but they can't come to an agreement about child rearing for same sex couples. My daughter says they can have kids; her friend says it's not "apwopwiate".  Suddenly they invite me into the conversation to sound off with my adult point of view about their debate. 

Yes, I once informed my best friend Beth's young daughter Lara that she had to wash the makeup off her face after a dance competition or else she would look like a transvestite.  Which she responded "Twace, what's a 'vestite'?" 

And, yes, I also told Beth's other daughter Bria that she looked like a pimp in a hat she was trying on while we were shopping for New Year's Eve favors.  And, she yelled "I look like a pimp?!?" which didn't at all make all the revelers in the store stare daggers into my soul.   I am pretty much an expert at crossing into verboten conversations with tiny people, right?   (And also makes me wonder why my best friend still talks to me...)

Expert or not,  I was completely unprepared to answer the cherubic faces staring me down in my backyard.  I certainly have an opinion - it's highly charged topic of conversation and people generally strongly believe one way or the other. But, is it appropriate for me to impart my beliefs about a controversial topic with someone else's young child? Especially since they can't even pronounce the word "appropriate?"

I have to make a decision quickly as four blue eyes are pleading with me to choose in their direction of belief.  Panic sets in.  Sweat drips down my brow and into my eye. I feverishly blink.  And do the mature, responsible thing:  I break into a sweet rendition of "The Circle of Life" from Lion King complete with a lyrical dance and jazz hands.  And then I fake an emergency in the kitchen. 

I don't know what the right thing to do is.  If they were teenagers I would absolutely give my opinion.  But, they're 5.  Lena knows how both her father and I feel about all these controversial topics (and we don't always agree).  Is it right to impart my beliefs about controversial topics onto a kindergartner?   I decided that it was safer to stage a grease fire on the stove and run away than to risk my friendship with Lena's buddy's Mom. 

What do you think?