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November is Adoption Month


Ok, it is not. But I had an epiphany.

First let me explain, no, no, there is too much, let me sum up: Reagan and Ian were dancing yesterday around the coffee table to the Cars Soundtrack (Kachow!). Reagan is getting new dance moves from Disney and she can actually dance and not look like the complete moron I look like. You know, except for my robot dance, which rocks.

So as she is dancing she catches her reflection in the window and shakes her hear and fluffs it with her hands. I don't know why I note this as odd, but it looks "grown up". This makes me nervous. I am nervous her Latin blood is going to draw boys to her and to my abode.

So then I am driving this morning and it hits me. We should adopt a girl about 15 years old. A girl that has been tossed out of foster homes for getting in trouble, trouble with the law etc... We adopt her not out of the goodness of our hearts, but so she can be the example of what not to do. The adopted girl will get punished, detention-ed, jailed etc. and Reagan will learn these are things not to do as I fear she won't hear my words much longer.

Alright, it is a pretty stupid idea and harbors bad tidings about the seriousness of adopting people (of which I understand three people close to me are considering).

It is also stupid, because the whole thing would probably backfire, Reagan would end up loving this girl, emulating and a whole new level of trouble is introduced to my world.

Back to the drawing board...

***note, I am really not this neurotic. These thoughts do go through my head for sure, but I don't pay them much attention...not yet.

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