Indeed, there is no mother and no father. There are bodies, adult bodies and infant bodies. Oh really, so I could be a woman? Yes, you could be. But I’m not, and can’t be. Yes you can, she said. You just have your body altered. Would you still have me if I did? Did what? Chop it off. Yes, I would. Then there would be no kids. We could find other ways, she said. If we wanted them. Maybe you could bear them! I don’t want to. Do you? No, why should I when you don’t? Then we’re snookered. But I don’t have the choice. Nor do I, luckily. I suppose that’s what makes us mother and father, then. No, it’s just that I am a woman and you are a man. Exactly that.