“Mama, what time of day was Philip born?”
I answered, “I don’t know honey.”
He replied, “You don’t know?” He looked slightly befuddled as he said, “How can you not remember?”
I am sure I looked slightly befuddled as I said, “I wasn’t there…”
A light dawned in his eyes and he said, “Ohhh… yeah. He was born in Ethiopia.”
A gentle reminder that the how of a family isn’t always so important.