“Stop Lydia. That’s weird.” “What’s weird? Why won’t you play this game with me?” the little sister asked calmly. The older sister scratched at her head and closed her eyes, “It’s just weird. I don’t understand how it could even work that way.” Lydia shrugged her shoulders, “You mean the family?” “Yes.” Clara said flatly. “You mean how there isn’t a Dad in the family,” she pointed at the dolls in her lap. “Yes!” Clara said louder. Lydia shrugged again, “It’s just… That’s the family.” “But where is the dad!?” Clara demanded. “There isn’t a dad. There’s never been a dad. There’s just a mom and she had these babies.” Clara groaned, and looked to me for support. I quickly diverted my eyes and…