That's my boy . . .

I have to share this story. You might cry so get a Kleenex.

I was driving Red Chick (he's our middle child . . . 4.5 years old) to pre-school today and he was talking to me about Ethiopia. He really wants to go to Ethiopia and was wondering why he couldn't come with us to pick up his new sister. I explained to him that Ethiopia was not necessarily an easy place to take very young children but that we were all going to go as a family when everyone was a bit older. Of course he wanted to know why it wasn't an easy place to go. I told him that he would have to get a lot of shots and that it was a very long flight and that when we were there we had to be careful about things like not drinking the tap water. As you could guess, he wanted to know why we couldn't drink the water in Ethiopia. So I did my best to explain why the water was different there. Red Chick told me that we needed to just send someone there to fix the water so that the children there could drink water like his water here. I assured him that people knew there was a problem but that it was a big problem and it would take a lot of people and a lot of money to fix the situation.

So, he's quiet for a minute. And then, my sweet little blue eyed chick said, "Mommy . . . when you go to Ethiopia to get my sister, you can bring the coins from my train bank. I won't just give you a few. You can take all of them. I want to help fix the water."

Maybe we should all think more like a 4 year old.