The Conversation about Africa cont....

So Max hasn't let this past life in Africa go. He mentions it often and today he told me quite a bit about what it was like and the reason he left it. I thought it was pretty funny...

"When I was a little boy in Africa (so he was two when he came to our family), I popped out of my mom's belly and it was so cute. They loved me right away - so much - that my whole family gave me a group hug, even my mom and dad. I was so happy and I smiled like this (showing me some cheesy smile.) "

"For Christmas I got a binky and 'hanky' toys. I had three brothers - one brother that was 5 and in kindergarten, one brother that was 13 and in 3rd grade, and another one that was 86 and in 1st grade. I didn't go to school, I stayed home. My dad taught school and cut wood and he didn't do the dishes, my mom did. My mom sometimes played with me, but my dad ALWAYS played with me. I really loved my dad. AND I never had to go to time-out."

"I waddled like a penguin and my brothers laughed at me. My mom didn't feed me that much and when I ate, I ate peanut butter, just plain, not peanut butter jelly sandwiches. One time, my mom gave me pink pants and I gave them to my baby sister."

"But then my parents died because they ate too much and threw up so I came to you."

Oh, I see. So if you could, would you go back to Africa?

"Um, no. I can't walk that far."

Oh, good. I'm glad he knows he can't walk that far... I think he's trying to send me a message - he likes playing with his dad, he doesn't like time-out, and he wants to eat whatever he wants. This life in Africa was pretty good.