This is an older piece I published at Mombian a while back. I thought it bore reposting here, however, in light of Alex's post about NOM and their fear that children will be "confused" by LGBT parents.
There's always a first time. I was with my son at his school playground last week, taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather to hang with the other parents and kids at the end of the day. My son wandered over to the sandbox, where another boy his age was playing. They introduced themselves in the soft, hesitant tones of children still practicing social niceties.
The other boy then asked "What's your cousin's name?"
My son looked puzzled, as did I. "I don't have a cousin," he said. (He does, of course, but not in the vicinity.)
"What's your cousin's name?" the boy asked again, with the persistence of the preschooler. The best I can figure is that he meant the other redhead on the playground, who is no relation except insofar as we carrot-tops all have some common genetic link back down the evolutionary tree. My son again responded in the negative.
The boy went in a different direction. "What's your dad's name?"
No one else heard the gong going off in my head. I kept silent, wanting to see how my son handled it. He paused for just a second to think.