Our Bright Future

I could see it.  I know the look now.  It's a look that transpires from the thought 'They're lesbians.'
   "So who's his mother?" a friend's young daughter asks one summer evening at a BBQ.
   My wife was ready.  "I'm his mother" she says pointing to our oldest.  "...and I'm his mother" she said pointing to our youngest.
   After a slight pause, this was understood.  But apparently questions remained.  "Then who's her kid?" she added nodding toward me.
   "I'm his mother" I said pointing to our oldest.  "...and I'm his mother"  I said.  "We're both their mothers."
   And then, it was all perfectly acceptable.  Remarkably simple and sweet.