What’s up with that adoption…

Dillon: Mom, at school today this guy told a joke that was really inappropriate and it was about you.
Me: [laugh]
Charles: They’re playing the dozens already?
D: No, really, mom, and the thing is, he doesn’t even KNOW you! It wasn’t funny at all, it kind of hurt my feelings. I said, “Nick, you are being annoying” and he said “Like your mom?”
M: [unsuccessfully trying to get it together] Well, you can just ignore him.
C: Yeah, it wasn’t really about your mom. He doesn’t know her. (Aside to me) How do we feel about retaliation?
M: (to Dillon) We just try to say things that aren’t hurtful or mean to people. You probably shouldn’t have called him annoying.
D: Ok. Can I have some more pizza?

On Sunday, Dillon was asked what adult inspires him… [drumroll]
And it wasn’t me. It wasn’t even Charles. So, congratulations, Aunt Jackie! You win from 1,000 miles away.

Ah well. There’s always Rose.

This post is not for people that live in my house named Charles.

Rose has had a bit of a cough and felt sick this weekend. Charles has been on her about not coughing in our faces or food, keeping her hands off her face (including blowing kisses), and not hugging or kissing anyone. (Ok, he’s a bit of a germ phobic guy.

So tonight at family dinner everyone is full and distracted, and Rose sneaks over, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me on the cheek. Then she says “Don’t tell Daddy.” I say, “ok.” and then she says, “no, really mom. PROMISE.” So I promised. But even if I get sick it was totally worth it.

I need to rename my blog, because “What’s up with that adoption…” really doesn’t cover what the blog is about these days.

So far my thoughts are narrowed down to:
Unsinkable
Caffeine & Crayons

Better ideas gratefully accepted. Please post in comments if you have one.