I had a conversation with Megan last week that I’m betting the majority of our grandparents didn’t have to have with their six-year-olds.
We were reading her Sabbath school lesson one evening. It was about creation and we were pointing out that God had created a “Mom” and a “Dad” to be the parents of everyone in the world. She said “Well, sometimes there are two moms.” (She used to go to daycare with a boy who had two moms.) So I said as matter-of-fact as I could, “Yes, sometimes that happens. And sometimes there are two dads.” She looked like she thought that was very strange.
