Baba [to the lil' monkey, following a lengthy parental disqusition about something or another, after which, crickets]: I get the feeling you’re not reallly listening to me.
Pause.
Lil’ monkey: What did you just say?
Baba [to the lil' monkey, following a lengthy parental disqusition about something or another, after which, crickets]: I get the feeling you’re not reallly listening to me.
Pause.
Lil’ monkey: What did you just say?
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Offered as a public service. With huge gratitude for Beyoncé's voice and musicianship. Destiny's Child and a bit o' Cyndi Lauper singing "Ooh Child," by the Five Stairsteps.

Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia.
My shortlist of books on LGBT family-making & parenting, via Powell's.
I’m starting to remember why when I was little my mom made me repeat things she said back to her.
Reminds me of that Far Side cartoon – what you say, and what pets hear? Blah blah blah blah blah Ginger, blah blah blah.
Not that I’m equating our kids to pets, let me be clear.