On a recent and rare sun-filled spring afternoon, my daughter was playing with a friend at our home.  These two pre-schoolers did the things that little kids do: dug holes in unfortunate places in the garden, ran through too-tall grass while making noises that most closely approximated a whistling teakettle and they also played ‘house’.  

To my surprise and with admiration, I noted that neither wanted to be the baby.  So, imaginary baby had two mommies.  Then my daughter decided it was time to do what adults do:

‘Okay, it’s time to talk about Barack Obama.’