We sat around eating dinner, talking about different kinds of families.
Me: And some families only have a mom. And other families have just a dad. And that’s all right.
Sean: And some families have two moms!
Me: Yes, they do. And that’s perfectly fine.
Sean: Some families have two dads!
Me: Yes, they do. And that’s fine too.
Evan: Wait! Whoa! Two dads? That can’t happen!
Oh really? Who taught my boy homophobia already? Because that person is dead.
Me: Why not?
Evan: Because boys can’t have babies! Only girls can get pregnant!
Oh. Right. That makes sense.
Me: They can adopt.
They all know about adopting because they know their father was adopted.
Evan: Yes. That would be a good family.
Evan: I wish I had two dads.
There are two roads of thought they spring to mine. Rejection of me as a mother. Humor at the thought of their father turning out gay. I chose humor.
Me: Really? Why?
Evan: Two dads?! Twice as much fun! (Duh, Mom.)
What can I say? I love my family. Cue The Roots.