Saturday
"Okay, Gus. Are you ready? Let's twist them apart and eat the creamy insides
first. They're better that way."
"I like the pretty colors in the middle, Justin. Don't you?"
"I do. Here's your milk. You can't eat chocolate cookies with pretty colors in
the middle unless you dunk them in a big glass of milk. Careful. Don't spill
it."
"Jus?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we bake rainbow cookies every Saturday?"
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"Hey, you two! I thought I detected the distinct aroma of
sweet things baking in the oven down here! Just couldn't resist stuffing your
tummies with sugar and fat, could you?"
"Here, Daddy. Have one. Justin and me baked them."
"Chocolate cookies with rainbow middles? How . . . prideful?"
"Gus and I just felt like experimenting a little, didn't we, Gus? We think
they're pretty."
"Pretty gay. What are the munchers going to say when he goes home and tells them
what you've been up to? I bet your moms don't bake rainbow cookies, do they,
Gus?"
"No. But they have a rainbow flag. And they have a rainbow tablecloth. And they
bought J.R. and me matching rainbow tee shirts. They said they're proud to be
gay and the rainbow is a symbol of that."
"They said that? Well, Justin and I are proud to be gay, too. Maybe I will have
one of your homemade rainbow cookies. It's not seven yet, is it, Justin?"
"Ha ha, Brian. Here's the milk. Knock yourself out."
"Daddy?"
"What, Sonny Boy?"
"Can I be gay, too, when I grow up?"
"You can be anything you want to be, Gus. Never let anyone tell you any
differently. You have to follow your heart and be true to yourself, and always
be the best you can possibly be."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll be the best gay guy I can possibly be. I really want to be
gay. You know why?"
"Because you admire my fabulous sense of fashion and taste in decorating?"
"Because I want a partner who'll bake chocolate cookies with pretty colors in
the middle for me on Saturdays like Justin does."
"Can't argue with that, can I, Sunshine?"
"The boy has a point."
THE END