By: Brandy Black
Susan, Sophia and I went away to a resort in Palm Springs for Mother’s Day weekend. The place that we stayed is massive with 44 pools and a many people from all over California staying in casitas throughout the property.
Sophia and I were playing in the pool and 2 six year-olds sharked around us, cooing at Sophia.
“Where’s her daddy?” says one girl.
“She doesn’t have a daddy, she has 2 moms,” I say, smiling.
“What do you mean?” says the other girl “Where’s her daddy?”
“She just doesn’t have one,” I say beginning to get nervous, as this qualifies as my first official conversation with a child on the topic.
Girl one: “But really where’s her daddy?”
Girl two: “Yeah where is he? That’s not possible.”
Me: “She doesn’t have a daddy, she has 2 moms.”
Girl one: “Why do you have a ring on?”
You can’t get anything past these kids.
Me: “Because we are legally married.”
Girl one: “Well, she’s lucky she’s got two moms.”
“Yeah” says Girl Two “Do you have a big house?”