Here's a story from a few years ago.
I promised Suzanne that I'd blog about it in response to her latest "lesibian moment".

When Blu was about 4 years old, she and I went to visit my younger sister. We were going through boxes and working in her yard or something. She was wearing overalls, I was wearing jeans and a flannel jacket. We were both wearing ballcaps and our best low-maintance no make-up look. Blu was wearing overalls too.

We went to the movie rental store and made a stop at Albertsons. All the way from the truck (yeah, add that to the whole look) my sister and I were holding Blu by an arm and were doing the "1,2,3 weee!" arm swing the child across the parking lot. Cindy said "Hahaha... it looks like we are Blu's 2 moms!" We chuckled and started to shop.

When we were checking out, with a long line in a crowded store, Blu chose the most appropriate time to say loudly, "Guess what? I have 2 moms!" Damage control time. Cindy and I both turn bright red and talk over each other's words like a Robert Altman film "We are sisters! Really. Not that there's anything wrong with being homosexual. Kids are so funny. The repeat everything."

Aren't kids just great?