Some context: Last Friday, my parents and I took my three-year-old daughter Ruthie to the Magic Kingdom in Florida. My husband Chalupa couldn’t come with us. My parents have been divorced for several years, but Mom and I spent the week of Spring Break at Dad’s house, visiting with him and his partner Franco, because who’s to say that a gay Christian musician and his ex-wife can’t still be best friends, and we can’t all spend a pleasant week together in the warmth of Fort Lauderdale? The four of us–me the Feminist Mother, my mom the doting Grandma, my dad with the bad back, and Ruthie the three-year-old–spent one full day at the Happiest Place on Earth, and now it’s time to tell the…