Estee resumed playing with her toys. She seemed completely uninterested. But Ethan was stunned, speechless. He asked me to repeat it, so I did.
"You and Dad had to do that TWO TIMES?" he yelled.
"That's how babies get made," I repeated, trying to shift the conversation from the specific to the general.
"Aren't you embarrassed?" he asked.
"When a man and a woman love each other, it's what they do, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about," I said. He calmed down. The conversation smoothed out. I was starting to feel like SuperSingleMom, able to leap unexpected questions in a single explanation. After all, I had tackled the topic of gay relationships the previous week, prompted by front-page photos in the Washington Post of men kissing men. (D.C. recently legalized same-sex marriage.) That went well, too.
"Mom, can I do it to you?" Ethan suddenly asked.
"No," I said, horrified.
"Can I do it to Estee?"
"But I love you."