Adopted by the King
Adopted by the King

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I Want to Go to McDonald’s Sometimes

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Well…we had our big “we’re adopting you” talk with the kiddos this evening.  It went really well—all praise be to our great God!  Boy and Girl were able to articulate a great understanding of both the concept of adoption and their need for adoption into a forever family.

Towards the beginning of the conversation, PJ was asking each kid if they “wanted to stay here forever”.  Boy answered yes.  Girl answered no.  OH NO. WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?!?  PJ then asked her why she was not wanting to stay.

“Because I want to see Grandma Doris.  And sometimes I want to go to McDonalds.”

She thought that he meant stay right here in this house forever.  Oops!  He rephrased the question into “do you want to be a part of this family forever?”  Then she said yes.  PHEW!  By the way, I think I may be passing my fast food addiction on to my kids.  Dang.  Before I was a mom I promised myself I would only feed them that vile food maybe three or four times a year.  You may start your hysterical laughter….now!

Speaking of fast food, we went to Chick-Fil-A to “celebrate being a forever family”.  (Read: I had no desire to cook tonight.)  While we were there, we randomly ran into a girl that PJ and I had known in high school but had not seen in years.  She came over to say hi, surprised to see us and really surprised to find out we have three kids now. Girl is extremely talkative and always likes to share extraneous details with strangers.  Sure enough:  “I have ketchup!  We’re going to play!  I’m drinking a soda!”  And then, just as our visitor was walking away, Girl said softly, “And we’re being adopted!”

Oh goodness.  Melt my heart.  You never know what’s going on in their precious minds, but surely the topic of adoption is rolling around in there tonight.

And now…a totally unrelated but really funny story!  It may just be my favorite mommy moment yet, even though it involves Baby being scared out of her mind…

At Chick-Fil-A, a cow character was walking around the restaurant entertaining the kids.  PJ had taken Boy and Girl to play, leaving me with Baby while she finished eating.  As the cow made the rounds down our aisle, Baby kept her eyes on it and seemed interested.  When the cow stopped at our table and reached towards her, she froze and then SHRIEKED in terror, complete with full body convulsions.  Everyone who witnessed the incident burst out laughing, including me.  After a few seconds, I had recovered enough to pick up my terrified child and hold her close while the cow slunk away from our table, waving apologies.  The adjacent table of teenage boys was thoroughly entertained for the next five minutes by reenacting Baby’s screams.  And I’m still laughing, actually. 

Anyway…we are looking forward to Father’s Day tomorrow, both to celebrate PJ’s first year as a father and to remember our adoption into the family of God, our perfect Father.

Katie King
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