I believe that under the official definition of Mother in the dictionary it should say: See also The Oracle at Delphi. I am called upon daily to answer so many questions, that I sometimes feel as though I work full time on Jeopardy! or some other similar quiz show. A lot of these questions fall in the range of: Why is it dark outside? Why are my eyes blue? What is for lunch? Where are my shoes? Why is it raining? When will it be Christmas? All of these questions, while they can be extremely annoying especially when fired at me with the speed and accuracy of an Uzi, are fairly easy to answer. Occasionally I get to answer a really cool question that takes a little more thought, a question that makes me feel good and at the same time really fucking scared about being a mom and my roll as an official Shaper of Little Minds. Among my favorite of these types of questions are:
What is karma?
What is a bigot?
Why aren’t we Mormon?
and just today….Mom, do you think I will be gay?
