At a church picnic last night...
Nice man: "So, which kids are your real ones?"
Me: "Um...(insert uncomfortable pause) all my kids are real."
Nice man: "Um. Yeah. I mean...which ones are your biological kids."
Me: "Well, that doesn't apply to our family either."
Ya know, I'm aware conversations like this happen all over. But this was my first time. It made me just a little sick to my stomach.