Katie skipped behind her mother down the street. She looked like she had not a car in the world—and she didn’t. Just another little girl, enjoying the fresh air and excited about buying new shoes and having lunch in a restaurant.

“Mommy?” asked the little girl.

“Yes?” asked her mother, smiling down.

“Where’s my daddy?” there was no answer, and Katie looked up at her mommy. “Mommy?”

“You don’t have one, sweetie.”

“Why not? All my friends do.”

They walked into the store. “Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“You learned all this on your first day?” Katie’s mommy sounded angry. Katie looked up worriedly.

“Mommy, are you angry?” her eyes began to tear.

“No, sweetie.” Mommy got on one knee and kissed Katie’s nose. “I’m not.”

“What’s a daddy?”

“A daddy would be like…” Katie’s mommy stopped to think. “If Uncle Andy lived with us.”

“I want a daddy.” Katie folded her arms, looking like the stubborn 5-year-old that she was. “Why does everyone else have one, but not me?”

“Nobody else has two Mommies, Katie. So you’re extra-special.”

“They don’t?” Katie’s eyes got wide in surprise. “That’s so sad!”