So Boy’s previous foster mom let us know that he had recently failed a vision screening at school and could possibly need glasses. Yesterday, PJ and I were talking with him, trying to figure out what he could see at school and home. He picked up on the fact that blurry vision probably means glasses are coming in the near future and exclaimed, “I don’t want glasses! I don’t want to look like an orphan!”
When we asked him what he thought an orphan was, he said, “someone who is ugly. And poor.”
Oh. Ok. Cool.
We told him that an orphan was actually someone who had no parents. I held my breath, wondering if he would apply this definition to the loss of his birth parents. Nope. Instead, he thought to himself for a few minutes and then asked, “why don’t we have an orphan? Can we go get one?”
Umm…we actually just got three orphans, last week in fact. I think we’re all full on orphans for the time being!
We let him know that orphans are not for sale, nor would we be getting one any time soon. He went back to playing with his balloon. Orphan crisis averted!