
While driving in the car last week with the three kids:
Henry: Mom…I’m ADOPTED!
Me: WHAT?
Henry: I’m adopted. RIGHT NOW!
Me: Huh??
Henry: You know, I’m closing my eyes and no one can see me…so I’m ADOPTED!!!
Me: {thinks a minute} You mean you are INVISIBLE?
Henry: {giggles and sighs and palm-slaps his forehead. for real.} Yep, I’m INVISIBLE!!!
Stella: Um, mom, IS Henry adopted? Because I know what that really means. The boy in my class is adopted.
And then we all had a nice chat about adopted children and invisible 3-year olds.
