I walk around Miss Porter's class as all the kids are intensely scribbling in their books for Free Time Coloring.
"My mommy has blonde hair like me and daddy's hair is brown." Alissa holds her book up for me to see as I pass.
"My daddies have brown hair but mine is black." Amber speaks flicking her long ponytail over her shoulders, "They said it's cause when they wished on a star for me the sky was black." She smiles holding up her book.
"That's lovely Amber-"
"Everyone knows that's not how babies are made Amber, grow up." Dimitri chirps beside her.
"How are they made then?" She frowns in confusion. I panic and open my mouth to hush them.
"You have to swallow a watermelon seed for a girl and an apple seed for a boy." He explains, rolling his eyes at his desk partner.
Ambers eyebrows scrunch up further, "But my daddies hate watermelon."
"My dog loves watermelon." Daniel adds from behind them.