I was looking at Tashi’s skin this morning. It’s perfect: tan, smooth and silky. Not freckly like mine. I said to Victoria, “Tashi must have gotten her skin from the donor.”
Tashi said, “Who’s my donor?”
I said, “We don’t know him, remember? You’ve seen his picture, from when he was a little boy.”
Tashi said, “I want to see his picture from when he was a man.”
I said, “Me too, but we can’t. He donated anonymously.”
Tashi said, “Who’s the girls’ donor?”
I said, “Uncle Tony. But he’s not a donor. He’s their dad. We have a donor because we needed a man to give me the sperm so that I could get pregnant.”
She said, “Do you like purple nail polish?”
I said, “I love it.”