Last night while I am desperately trying to fall asleep with a heavy heart and mind G said, "Mama, yets talk about when I was in China." I said, "Okay, what about when you were in China."
She said, "Yets talk about when I was in my birfmommy's tummy."
Me: "Okay, I don't know much about it as I wasn't there, but she carried you and then gave birth to you. Someone kept you..."
G: "Dat powiceman?"
Me: "I don't know but then someone took you to the police man."
G: "Mama, did dat powice man wike me?"
Me: "Um, yeah I guess he did. Who wouldn't like you? He probably felt sorry for you because you probably cried."
Me: "No body likes a crying baby because they feel so sorry for them and want to take care of them to make them stop crying." (Now understand I was tired and what I was trying to say was that no body likes a baby to cry because, yada yada.) G. understood.
G: "Den he gave me to my fosturh mommy?"
Me: "Well he took you to the orphanage and they gave you to your foster mommy. Now go to sleep."