Are we normal?

“Why be normal?” was bandied about years ago on bumper stickers and the like (often, you may remember, it was posted upside down).

One day seven-year-old Thulani asked me if we were “normal.”

A lot streamed through my head (before WiFi it “raced”):

….white South African single male adopts Zimbabwean baby we live in Indianapolis I’m older than all the boy’s friends’ dads and I am single every few weeks we jump on a plane the boy’s chosen grandmother is the whitest woman you’ll ever meet all that white hair and makeup OF COURSE WE ARE NORMAL!*

But, I reply with a question.

“What do you think?”

“We are NOT normal dad,” he says. I brace myself for his explanation.

“Our front gate doesn’t latch….. and we have a truck….” he says.

*this is how normal people write streaming

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