"Mama!?! will you ever sell us?"
"What did you say, Max?"
"WILL........... YOU ........... EVER .........SELL .......... US??????
Following was the obvious: "absolutely not...you are my sons forever...you will be my sons until I die...and we will talk about it when we get home."
Fast forward several blocks and a few minutes getting everyone in the door and I get the question again, "You will NEVER sell us?"
Well, it isn't difficult to guess where they got the idea. Fundraising, talk of money (don't think your kids aren't listening...even to nonchalant conversations), and finally bringing home Noah. So they got a basic lesson in child trafficking. No...not really, but it was good to explain where the money goes, why Noah's circumstances were different than ours, and even lessons on poverty, third world countries, sacrificial love, taxes, social welfare, and our duty to help those less fortunate, and, yes, why babies are not sold. (with some age-appropriate sugar coating) It was a good talk.
They both got down seemingly content with my answers. Next on the adgenda, "Mommy...when we die, can we ALL be burried together? You and Daddy and Jake and me and the babies?"
Anyone know any good family plots for sale?