Considering that my son has a longstanding crush on Glee‘s
Blaine and regularly refers to him as “my boyfriend,” I thought there
was a fair chance that he would someday say, “I’m gay.” But my kid is
only 7 years old. I figured I had a few years before we crossed that
threshold (if we ever did), probably when he was 14 or 15. I never
thought it would happen this soon.

Six months ago “gay” wasn’t even a word in my son’s vocabulary. He
has always known that some of our male friends are married to men and
some of our female friends to women, and it is such a normal part of his
life that he never needed a special word to describe them. When he did
notice the word and asked what it meant, I told him that when boys want
to marry boys and girls want to marry girls, we call that “gay.” He
didn’t seem very interested and quickly went off to do something else
more exciting than a vocabulary lesson with his mom.