A few months back, I reported that our son had a new brother. Well, that didn’t work out so well, to say the least. After hearing our perfect angel choking and catching the older brother with his hands around our son’s neck, we asked that he be removed from our home. It took the maximum amount of time – about 30 days – but he finally was removed. Although I feel a tiny bit bad about his prospects outside of our family, I know that we can’t save them all. And maybe “saving” is not what we’re doing at all. But needless to say, we’re back to one. And that’s perfect.
Dad: I’m going to work tomorrow [Wednesday], but I’m not going early. I won’t leave until after you get on the bus.
Son: But you’re going to miss all the fun!
Dad: I’m not going to miss any fun. What do you mean?
Son: We are going to eat lots of turkey.
What’s just so great about this conversation is that this will be the first Thanksgiving that our son has ever celebrated. He has no idea what to expect other than what he’s gleaned from TV (which he still doesn’t know we’ve gotten rid of — see previous post). We met him about one year ago, the day after Thanksgiving in 2011. And we’ve been giving thanks ever since.