
So Gary and I are sitting on the Couch watching TV and Noah is snuggled between the two of us. We were having a light conversation about how spoiled he is, and how lucky he is, and out of no where he says, "I want real parents!" I responded in confusion and chuckle, "We are your real parents." Noah says, "No your not, my parents are dead, you adopted me..."
"What?!? What are you talking about (laughter), you're not adopted."
"Well, that's what Isaiah said."
Gary and I were laughing so hard! Gary said he heard this the other day when the three of them were playing Xbox. Apparently Isaiah got mad at Noah at some point and fabricated this little story, which Noah vulnerably believed down to his core. We actually had to convince him that we were his real parents and that we never died. Oh good Lord, what will I do with these kids?
