Remick came home from his first day of preschool orientation and said, "Mom, we learned everyone's names, but I forgot all of them except mine!"
Another morning, he came downstairs and said he dreamed we got an "orphan." (We went to see the musical Annie a few times this summer.) Then we discussed how it was possible to adopt an "orphan." All day long he would run out to me in the garden and say, "mom, the orphan will need a place to sleep. We have to get him a bed!" "Mom, the orphan will need clothes but we need to know how old he is so we can get the right size." "Mom, when are we getting the orphan? Today?"