Robby doesn't just like babies, he LOVES babies. If there is a baby around, he is right there cooing and ohing and ahhing. Given that he is always at his side to hand him a toy, play with him, and even share food with, it was not to surprising when "Wobby" was one of his daycare baby buddies spoke. So you can about imagine how he is with a baby brother of his own. We are having to constantly remind him to let Theo sleep, to not pick up him constantly, to get off of him in his car seat, etc.
Just this morning I was peeling Robby off of the baby who was buckled in his car seat ready to go when Ray had one his stroke of brilliance.
"Robby, when we grow up, I'm going to adopt a baby, put a bow on his head, and put him under the Christmas tree for you cause you love babies so much."
"Okay!" Robby liked that Christmas idea.
"Um, I don't think that's going to work," I interjected.
"Why?" they both asked.
"Well, because babies aren't puppies. You can't just adopt one, and you don't just give them away to other people like that."
"What do you mean?"
"To adopt, people need to meet you and learn all about you to make sure you will be a good parent. They come to your house to make sure it will be safe. It can take a long time. And they aren't going to let you adopt if you are planning to turn around and give the baby away."
"Oh," they seem disappointed, but seem to understand.
"Well, then, maybe my wife will have 2 boys and then she'll let you have one of those," Ray decided.
"Cool," said Rob.
"Good luck with that boys," I state. I'm not thinking it will work out quite that way. ;)
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