I heard it stumble out of his mouth for the first time the other night:

“What’s that book about, Quinn?”


“And who’s adopted?”


“Who else?”

“Rudy!” {Our dog}

“Yep! Who else?”

“Amelia!” {His friend}

And there it was…our first conversation about this thing called adoption. Or aboption.

It’s a word he’s been hearing from us since the day he was born, and before that from the mouth of his birthmother. But here he was…forming the word the very best he could. Adding it now to our dialogue.

It never sounded so good.

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