It was bound to happen sooner or later.  I was hoping for the later.  When I felt more prepared.  Prepared with an answer that would satisfy the curious minds.

This morning when I dropped HJ off at daycare, one of the little boys asked Miss K, “Can I please ask her?  I need to know!!”

Miss K said, “We are starting to work on Father’s Day gifts, and I told the kids that we would make HJ’s for his papa, is that ok?”

That wasn’t so hard.  I could handle that question.  But then, the little boy said, “But won’t that make his dad sad?  Why can’t we just make 2?  What’s his dad’s name?”


“HJ doesn’t have a dad, so you can just make one for his papa”  I said.  Hoping that would answer everything.  But of course, it didn’t.

“Does his dad not like him?”

I felt my heart crumble.  I must have looked completely flustered.  Luckily, the little boy followed up with “How could you not love HJ?”

I know in the coming years this question will get asked  a million times and I dread the day my sweet little one asks it himself.  Any advice on how to handle these questions without falling into a tearful mess?

4 Thoughts on “The Interrogation

  1. Melissa on May 6, 2011 at 1:42 pm said:

    I have decided you need to make a book about all of your experiences. You are a great writer and for those that don’t know you, you would still pull at their heart strings.

  2. Hi! What a hard subject. I try to answer kids’ questions either as simply as possible like, “Does his dad not like him?” “He doesn’t know him.” or really broadly to change the subject. I don’t know the story (new here) but would it help you to go down the path of “there are lots of different kinds of families, some have 1 mom, some have 2 dads and no moms,” etc? Those are just the things that popped into my head! Cringing for you though. Ugh.

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