A while ago, just after Carson turned two,we were thinking about whether or not to adopt again. I asked Carson if he would like a brother. He said, "Uh-huh." Surprised by his quick response, I asked him if he would like a sister. Same response, no hesitation, "Uh-huh", and then he added, "Can I eat them."
"What?" I asked.
And then he added, "I want two butters!" Oh....hey wait, what did he think a sister was?
Well, anyway, we have told him about his German sister Mareike, who lived with us in 2003 and 2004, and he can even pronounce her name really well. So when this opportunity came up to host again, I started asking Carson if he would like a German brother. Every time I ask the question, well all but one time when he was tired and cranky, he has said, "Yes!" He has even been bringing up the topic of a German brother on his own.
As we were driving home from a recent visit to Grandma and Grandpa, Carson was playing one of his favorite made up games where he points at the safety icon on his carseat and asks, "What's this?" To which I usually respond in a funny voice, "That's a bebe!" because it's a picture of a baby. Well, this time he said, "That's a German brudder." I realized that he thinks this German brother is going to be a baby, so I told him that the German brother is older. Carson started to cry. Hmmmm.....does this mean he wants a little brother. Well, Carson, we can't always get what you want!
