You and your Wife, Rumi, were shopping. You had two kids, one named Beatrix, who was 6, you two called her Trixie though. And a little boy, Damien, who was 4, but you called him Damy

Trixie: “Mama! Can i get this for the rabbits?” Rumi: “Sure, Sweet-cheeks. Let Damy p-“ Karen: “Excuse me? Are these your kids?” Rumi: “Yes?” Karen: “where is their father?” Rumi: “they actually have another mom” Karen: “Ew, you’re gay!?” Rumi: “Pardon?!”