Well, one of these just happened. We are almost home from our epic road trip and while at a gas station David stuck his head in and said, "Tre, we have a picture of you when you were just a baby, with Scout, at this gas station!"
And Demetrius quickly asked, "Where was I? Was I there?"
(thanks David, I thought.)
"I don't know where you were D." I nonchalantly responded.
And then Tre responded... Which is usually not a good thing when these
sort of adoption questions are brought up:)
"you were in your Ashley mom's belly."
And D quickly said, "I was so scared there. I was scared with my Ashley mom."
And I was ready to pounce, to ask questions... What made you scared D?
When did you feel scared?
Why did you feel that way?
Just wanting to milk the cat, get any glimpse I could.
But before any of these relevant and important questions could come from my head and out my mouth Tre said, "Were you scared because she ate you?"
And the moment was gone, off they went into brother lala land.
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