Ralph and I went to the local playground this morning and put the kids in toddler swings next to these two girls who were chatting. I started pushing the twins as Alice mumbled “Papa, papa, papa” under her breath. Alice then pointed at Ralph who was a little way off and shouted “Daddy!”.
The girl in black was a little confused (but not shy), and our conversation went like this.
Girl in Black: “Where’s their mum?”
Me: “They don’t have a mum, they have two dads.”
Girl in Black: “Are they adopted?”
Me: “Sort of. They had a surrogate.”
Girl in Green: “I know what a surrogate is. I have two mums. They used a guy from a sperm farm who wanted to help my mums but didn’t want to have more kids.”
Not even a millisecond passed.
Girl in Black: “Are they twins?”
Me: “Yep. A boy and a girl; Tom and Alice.”
Girl in Black: “Oh my god that is SO EXCITING! They’re like Rebecca and Cecil from “Spy Kids 4″, have you seen that film? She loves playing pranks but he doesn’t like pranks, he’s more serious and …”
They then spent the next half hour pushing the kids down the slide.