Last night we watched Despicable Me. Yes, the first one. Yes, we are a few years behind.
As I finished reading and singing to Abe before bed, he said, “Mom, remember the part of the movie where Mr. Gru wouldn’t read the girls a bedtime story? I bet my brother or sister doesn’t get a bedtime story right now either.”
I responded, “You’re right buddy. We will have to read them a lot of stories when they get home. Lots of singing and snuggling and reading.”
“Yeah. Mom, I think we will bring home a 3 year old sister with long hair, and a 2 year old brother. (Thinking) He will be probably be too little for me to play a lot of things with him. I think he would probably like to sit on the ground and roll a ball back and forth though. I’ll do that.”
As I rocked Abe, we talked about the hard stories his brother(s)/sister(s) are living right now. We dreamed about bringing them home.