[In line at the store today with Nate & Dexter]
Random Woman: Do you have two boys?
Me: (honest to a fault) Actually I have three.
Random Woman: Oh that's great - I had three boys also.
[Sidebar -- why do people say that they had children? Even if your children are adults now, wouldn't it still be accurate to say that you have three sons? Just sayin'.]
Random Woman: So is the baby at home then?
Me: Um... yep.
It's not exactly a lie, right? He is at his home, which is not my home, but nonetheless it is home for now. In some ways he is more at home today than he will be after he moves across the world to live with us.... but that's not a conversation I want to have in line at Safeway with a perfect stranger.
And so it begins: the awkwardness of talking (or not talking) with strangers about adoption. At this point we are not even conspicuous yet (unless you happen to ask a specific question like "Do you have two boys?"), but soon enough it will be open season. In the meantime I think I'll be avoiding eye contact at the grocery store and memorizing Colossians 4:6 --
Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.