We went to "the castle" for my mom's birthday dinner. Griffin wore a tie. So cute. It lasted about 15 minutes. But, boy was he proud those 15 minutes!
An elderly couple that was sitting close by started chatting with us. We quickly discovered that the woman had some short term memory loss. She asked Griffin's name and age many times, and always followed by answers with "4 is such a fun age, isn't it?" She also asked me if I "just had one?" As you all know, that makes my top 10 list of lease favorite questions. I smiled politely and said yes. At least I think I think I smiled politely. Then she asked my mom how many grandchildren she had. My mom responded with, "One, but we are going to have more!" So, I chimed in that we were in the process of adopting a baby. (Which sometimes feels a little deceptive since we aren't even matched, but we are in the process, right?) Anyway, the couple thought that was great and asked us where we were adopting from and all of that good stuff. (My response, "Minnesota" seems to shock everyone.)
Later on the woman commented that Griffin looked so much like me. Her husband hit her arm and said, "Honey, he's adopted!" I chimed in that Griffin wasn't adopted, but our next baby will be.
Apparently we'll be one of those families that may confuse others. That's OK, it will all make perfect sense to us.