Kids have great conversations when there are no adults around. I only caught a snippet of this one while I was sitting out of sight in the dining room and my son and his friend - who happens to be a girl - were snacking at the kitchen table. L is my son, O is his friend. I wish I had heard the first half, but my ears perked up at the word "adopt."
L: ...if I adopted a baby, when I grow up, because...you know...how else would I have a baby... if I'm a boy?
(I don't know, he might consider having a baby WITH a girl. He's already shirking long term relationships at the age of six. Although I guess I'm happy that he's not interested in MAKING a baby.)
L: Do you know what adopted means?
(Either my son is not listening - like my husband - or he is determined to show off his knowledge on the topic and continues despite the fact that she says she claims to know what adoption means.)
L: It's like when you borrow a baby, only you don't just borrow it, you keep it.
O: I know. My mom has a friend that adopted three babies.
L: REALLY!! Let me go tell my mom.
At this point L runs into the dining room and breathlessly gives me O's adoption story, as though he might telling me that a meteorite has landed in our front yard. With equal enthusiasm, I said "REALLY! and do you know what?! I'm adopted too!!"
L: REALLY! (very long pause)... By who?
Me: By Grandpa Dusty.
L then dashes back to the kitchen to relate this late breaking info to O. Who seems non-plussed and mumbles something I don't hear.
L: My grandma and grandpa adopted her.
(In fact, grandma didn't exactly adopt me. But I guess the whole topic of stepmothers can wait until another day.)