Action Figures

This evening at dinner, Mr. Baseball (my husband) announced that Sweet Potato was creating and producing scenarios that involved his villain action figures pursuing adoption.  Sweet Potato excitedly chimed in, "Yeah, Mama!  Everyone's adopting babies...and when they're done with the babies, they'll adopt pets!"  

Sweet Potato processes adoption in five-minute bursts.  We have always been honest, providing opportunities for questions.  He is always welcome to see pictures of his birth family.  I always imagined that he and I would snuggle and have an age-appropriate conversation about adoption; he would process the information and there would be elaboration as he got older.  That's not how Sweet Potato works.  His mind darts back and forth--to shiny things and back to himself.  He asks profound questions, and two minutes later, he is demonstrating the sound a cape buffalo makes when threatened.

This evening at dinner, Sweet Potato explained that Lex Luthor and Poison Ivy adopted a baby and named the baby Sweet Potato.  I gulped my food and glanced at my husband.  "They named their baby Sweet Potato?"  

"Yeah, Mama.  Sweet Potato Ivy".

"Honey, I see where this is going,"  I said to Mr. Baseball from across the table.  The good news is that I am Poison Ivy.  The bad news is that we are villains.