This is my entry for Precie's contest this week.
“You wanted grandchildren that badly?” I asked my mother, over brownies and coffee and the head of the sleeping baby.
“Well, yeah. Seth’s such a natural father. And I knew better than to count on you.”
I huffed a bit, for effect.
“So, wait, weren’t you surprised when he came out?”
“Come on. I’m his mother. I knew he was gay. Okay, I didn’t absolutely know. But Dad and I were both pretty sure,” she said, returning the wayward pacifier to the waking infant’s mouth.
“Huh,” I said, and cut another brownie. My mother eyed me disapprovingly. “What? I’m breastfeeding. I need the extra calories.”
“I didn’t say anything.”