Mamãe, did you marry my dad?
No, sweet girl, I didn’t marry your dad.
So how did you make me?
(Thinking, thinking, thinking)
(Look at the oldest, who’s in the car, too – he’s got nothing, either)
Your dad and I had sex and that’s how we made you. You don’t have to be married to make babies.
(Blank look) Oh. Okay.
The cognitive flexibility it takes to be a part of this family is superhero-level.