My 7-Year-Old Son Ran Into the Arms of a Huge Bearded Biker Outside His School—I Tried to Pull Him Away, but the Man Looked at Me and Said, “I Guess It’s Time You Knew the Truth.”

“Bikes. Cars. Ties. Tools. Stuff.”

“Nobody is born knowing those things, Zee.”

“But dads know.”

“Mom, how do dads know what dads know?”

“Some dads do,” I said. “Some moms do. Some grandmas do. Some people don’t know any of it.”

He considered that.

“So there’s no dad stuff?”

“There’s just stuff people learn, sweetheart.”

“Who teaches you?” he asked.

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