For the past several months, Inigo has been praying nightly for a younger sibling. It went from, "Please bless that we'll have a baby," to "Please bless that I can have two babies," to "Please bless that I can have 40" all the way to 20,000 and 100,000. (After a FHE lesson on appropriate prayers, he has dropped it back down to a more reasonable number = 2.)
I told him that my tummy probably won't be able to give him a baby and that if we can, we'll try to adopt one. His bestest friend in the world is adopted, so it's a concept he completely understands. Today, he came up to me completely excited. This is what he said:
"Hey mom, I know how to adopt a baby!
First you put a baby in a basket and put a blanket over the face and the whole body and then you put a note on top. Then you put the basket on the door step and ring the doorbell and run to your car and drive away.
Then we open the door and look under the blanket and bring the baby in the house.
And that's how you be adopted!"
Well, maybe he doesn't understand it as completely as I thought!