Scene: An exchange that has occured twice in five days and one that will surely happen again.
R: Can I get a puppy?
Us: No
R: Can I get a kitten?
Us: No
R: Can I get a fish?
Us: Nope, we have to get used to eachother first
Scene: One and a half hours into a car ride ending in Rosie's first sleepover in her adopted parent's home.
R: Mike, do you know how many states of water there are?
Mike: Yes
Mike: There are 3 states
R: Yes! But can you name them?
Mike: Are you testing me?
R: Yess...
Mike: names states Amy tuned out, but turns out some other things have 4 states
Scene: Breakfast at a cherry oak oval table draped in a green paisley table cloth. A husband and wife sit with their daughter, a 10-year-old they met only 4 days before. Daughter is happily munching on her second cinnamon roll while dipping her scrambled eggs and sausage in syrup. Her curly brown hair is wild and a little kinky after a solid night's sleep.
Daughter: We have to get dressed before we have breakfast at the foster home.
Wife: Well, on weekdays, we do, too. But on Sunday we relax and have breakfast in our jammies.
Daughter is quiet and seems to contemplate this thought as she takes a bite of sausage.
Daughter, Smiling: You guys are ready to be parents.
Husband: Thanks
Wife and Husband: Exchange smiles, what a wonderful stamp of approval so easily gained.
Scene: Nearly to foster parent's house. The scenery passing outside the car windows has changed from crowded city streets to suburbs lined with malls to snow as far as the eye can see spotted with cows chewing on dinner of hay.
R, voice carrying a bit of trepidation: Was I a handful this weekend?
Amy, her heart breaking a little that R has to know the pain of rejection so early: Not at all. You were perfect.
R: Oh, did I do a good job at listening?
Amy: Sometimes it took you three times before you really listened. We'll work on that, but you were fine to handle.
R: Three times?
Amy: Yep, we'll work on that.
R: OK
Amy: Ok
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