Won’t somebody think of the children?!

In the car, just now, on the way back from the supermarket. Joe saw an ice-cream van painted with Winnie the Pooh characters, including Kanga and Roo.

Joe: “She is his mummy.” (We’re still working on pronouns.)

Me: “Yes, Kanga is Roo’s mum.”

Joe: “Where is his daddy?”

Me, spotting a teachable moment: “I don’t know. But not everyone has a daddy. Some children just have a mummy. Some children have two mummies and some have two daddies.”

Joe: “Why?”

Me: “Why what?”

Joe: “Why two daddies or two mummies?”

Me: “Because sometimes a man and lady* fall in love and have babies and sometimes a man falls in love with another man or a lady with another lady.”

Joe: “Why do they do that?”

Me: “They just do. People fall in love with who they fall in love with.”

Joe: “Mama?”

Me: “Yep.”

Joe: “Ducks don’t eat crisps.”

* I don’t know why I went with “lady”.