"Mommy?" the little boy asks curiously.

"Yes, dear?" Mommy replies absently.

"What's true love?" he asks.

The mother looks down at her son curiously, obviously wondering where he had heard the term. Probably a Disney movie, she thinks. "It's the love between a man and a woman that no one can break," she finally replies. "And people who find their true love stay with them forever."

The boy thinks about this for a moment. "Will I find my true love?" he asks innocently.

The mother, being a bit of a realist, answers as truthfully and as gently as she can. "I don't know, sweetie, but I hope so."

"How will I know when I find my true love?" he asks, gazing up at his mother expectantly, still young enough to believe that his parents know everything.

The mother blinks, unsure of how to answer. She doesn't want to influence her child too much with something like this; he might go around believing whoever he meets is his true love.

"Mommy?' the little boy queries, interrupting his mother's thoughts. "Does true love have to be between a man and a woman?"

"Yes," she replies instantly. "It's the only kind of true love there is." Her voice is firm, confident. She will not have a gay son.

The little boy looks taken aback by the strict authority in his mother's voice. "Okay," he says softly, not wanting to anger her further.

She sighs, realizing what she's done. It couldn't be helped, she thinks. He must understand at a young age that some things are just wrong. "Come one, Jase, Mommy'll fix you some ice cream," she says, holding out her hand with a loving smile.

The little boy happily accepts. He loves his mommy, and he really loves ice cream.