While I was making breakfast on Wednesday, the kids and I were having a most delightful conversation. Andrew makes an offhand, smart-aleck remark and the following conversation occurred.
Andrew: So, what are you, adopted? (said to me, in a joking way)
Me: Actually, yes.
Kids: Really? (after picking their jaws up off of the floor)
Alexa: Why didn't you ever tell us?
Me: The subject never came up. I don't really think about it.
Andrew: This would have been nice to know.
Alexa: Yeah, you should've told us.
Me: Sorry, I just didn't think about it. (and grief, they're just 9 and 11)
Alexa: Well.
Alexa: So who are your real parents?
Me: Grandpa and Grandma.
Alexa: They're not your real parents.
Me: Yes they are.
Alexa: They didn't squeeze you out. You have to squeeze a baby out to be real parents. (obviously, we need to talk about technical terms)
Andrew: No you don't, Alexa. That isn't what makes you real parents. It's taking care of your children and loving them.
Me: That is exactly right Andrew.
Then as conversations do, it turned to something else. If I remember correctly, it was something like....is breakfast ready yet?
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