The Saddest Words I Ever Read: “I Don’t Have a Dad, I Have a Donor”

From Leah Garchik’s “Public Eavesdropping” feature in the San Francisco Chronicle:

“I don’t have a dad, I have a donor.”—One boy to another—do donor’s get ties on Father’s Day?—overheard in a kindergarten class by T. A. Francis.

Worse still: Many of us won’t see why that is sad.

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