My family and how I came to be from my 8 year old son's perspective

Tonight, my 8 year old son was on the phone for a half hour with a friend from summer day camp. The boys talked about Legos and Harry Potter and guns. Suddenly, my son said he did not have a dad but that he had two moms. My ears perked up.

My son acknowledged that having two moms was good but then explained that there was a "nice man" who helped his moms by providing sperm which helped him as well as his sister be. Only one mom carried my son and his sister. But no there were still two moms and the "other mom" (me) was still a mom and was very happy when he was born. That mom (me) said it was the happiest day of her life. No, the mom who had them was not sad. She was happy too.

No, the "dad" was not part of my son's family. He had two moms but no dads but needed the nice man who was a sort-of doctor guy to help his mom who had him to have him because making a baby needs a man and woman, not two women. And yeah, he has two moms but no, his family has no dad,only two moms. He loves both moms and the donor dad was a nice man but he's just a nice man. He has two moms. Oh, and a sister.

Yes, the sperm was from the nice dad-doctor-donor gave one of his moms to have him because two women cannot make a baby but need a man. But his family has two moms. And his family is him and his two moms and oh, his sister too.

Oh, ok he says as he says good-bye. He looks at me and says the other kid's mom told the other kid it was time to go.