Morning Drive

This morning on our drive to school, Brandon and I had an interesting conservation. He was thinking about his birth-mother and why he came to live in a new family. He remembers some about his birth mother but not many details. He asked me if she was mean to him. I told him the truth to the best of my knowledge. As far as I know she never physically abused him. I told him that his mother was doing drugs and wasn't able to take care of him the way he needed. His mouth dropped open and he said " She was smoking?" I told him yes, but she was also doing other kinds of drugs that are really bad for you and make you do things you shouldn't.

"Oh, you mean like chocolate!"

In his sweet little innocent mind, chocolate is a drug that makes you hyper and do things you shouldn't. How adorable is that?