So, it happened. Ryder asked (sorta) about his dad. I knew the day would come, but I thought I would have longer to prepare.
We were in the middle of a crowded Christmas Tree Shop when he said "I don't have a dad."
"Well," I tried to explain, "you do have a dad you just don't know him."
"Is [your boyfriend] my dad?"
"No, he is not."
"Is he your dad?"
"No, honey, he is not a dad. He has no children."
"I want to go to Chuck E Cheese," wrapping the conversation up.
So, I know that this is only the first of many conversations like this. Hopefully they don't happen in the middle of a crowded store again. I could feel the eyes burning my flesh.