As soon as church let out little Miss Leila made a bee-line for the mother's room.
In her characteristic way, there were no preliminaries. She got right to the point.
"Did you have a baby in your tummy?"
* Chuckle* as all 25lbs of his one year old person crawls off my lap... "No, hon. He's a foster baby. He's not really mine."
"Did you 'dopted him?"
I guess she doesn't know what foster means. She only knows 'dopted since she was 'dopted herself.
"No, kiddo. I didn't adopt him. He is a foster baby. I am only taking care of him. He has a mommy and daddy."
"Why isn't he with his mom?"
"Well, his mom isn't well and she can't take care of him right now."
"What you mean she isn't well? Why can't she take care of him?"
The mother's room is bursting with kids at this point... I can hardly think straight for the fuss being made over the Buddy.
"It's kind of complicated Leila."
"What does complicated mean? and where did you get him??"
"I think you need to have a little chat with you mama. I think she can explain it to you best."
"But where did you get him???!!"
You can just see the wheels turning. She came from China as did her little sister. Bethlehem came from Ethiopia, Hadassah is coming from Ghana.... You get babies from somewhere exotic.
"I got him here in our own town."
"YOU DID? !!! WHERE?!"
Haha! I can just see the trouble that her poor mama is in now. :-) If you are past having babies in your tummy you don't have to go all the way to China to get one. You can get one just down the street. So what are we waiting for?