When we still lived in California and my biracial twins were very young, a woman stopped me in the store to comment on how cute they were, and asked me where I got them from, since she was interested in adopting. They’re my children, not a designer handbag you can order online. When all four of us are together, no one asks. When my husband goes out with our boys, no one asks. It’s just when I go out with them that the questions come.