Something happened when I went grocery shopping with my two younger sons. It does not seem to happen here in our community as everyone knows us either as the crazy people who have adopted those even crazier kids or the saints who are taking care of those poor helpless creatures. We are neither and I will address this at a later date. Anyway getting back to the story I had just plopped Paul into the grocery cart as he is still small enough to put there and this helps me to contain his little wiggle butt. Allen our super cart pusher was pushing the cart. A lady came up to me and asked what group home I was working for? Now I know Paul is really active and loud and Allen has all of the classic features of a person who has Down Syndrome, but how does that make them group home residents? I have no problem with group homes there are people who need to reside in them for many different reasons, and some of my kids may be there at some point in their lives. I explained to the lady that Paul has a Traumatic Brain Injury and Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and Allen Has Down Syndrome (I did not bother to tell her that he also has FAS as that is something that most people can nut quite understand), I also told her that they are my boys. Then she said something about them not looking like brothers. I did not know whether to tell her that I just went around sleeping with all sorts of different guys (my husband who is pretty sarcastic might have done that) or that they were adopted. I told her that they were adopted and none of our four adopted kids looked like one another, they are all individuals.
This is not the first time this has happened to me so I think that I need to come up with some sort of witty reply in response for these people, to wear on a t-shirt or put on a card to hand to them. Just think, I only had the boys with me this time. What if I had had Lauren and Hanna along, too.