Not Making A Meal Out Of Being Gay

(My best friend and I are very comfortable around each other to the point that people assume us to be a lesbian couple. Today we are taking my seven-year-old cousin Halloween shopping.)

Me: *holding kiddo’s hand* “So, what do you want to be for Halloween?”

Kid: “I want to be a witch or a bat.”

Best Friend: *holding kiddo’s other hand* “Should we get spooky blood, too?”

Kid: “Yes!” *starts jumping, using our hands to swing back and forth*

Best Friend: “We should do something for dinner?”

Me: “Okay. I could always cook something?”

Best Friend: “We should have fish tonight.”

Me: “Yes, dear.”

Best Friend: “…you know, this might be why people think we’re a gay couple. We look like her parents.”

Me: “I don’t care, as long as I’m the husband.”