My family

Brian went shopping with me today. We ran some errands. I bought him fast food lunch (shh...don't tell!). I was thinking about the comment that irritated me a few days ago. The substance of it was that it was not fair to the bioboys that we were doing care. I debate this with myself. I wonder in what ways the boys' lives are better or worse for having done it. I wonder what they would have been like had they grown up with just the two of them. It is difficult to imagine.

So in the car I said to Brian, "Do you ever think about what life would be like if we never did care?"

"No." (He's not much of a talker.)

"So do you think that it has mostly been good? Or...what are the bad parts?"

"I can't think of any bad parts."

"Not even Frankie?"

He gives a fake scream and then says, "I try to NEVER think about Frankie."

I smiled at him. We were quiet for a bit and at the next light I said, "So you don't mind sharing your family?"

He gave me that "how can you be such an idiot" look and said, "Mom, they ARE my family."