I am making a turn.
OmegaDotter asks me, in a slow, considering tone:
"Sometimes two men can...or two women can..."
I brace myself. I've heard from friends that kiddos can ask the most difficult things while you're driving the car. I start the mental litany, "Why, yes, did you know that so-and-so has two moms...?" And "Some men fall in love with men, some women fall in love with women..." There's a long pause as the dotter collects her thoughts.
"...sometimes two men or two women can ride on a motorcycle together."