Gavin can often be found wandering around our house having conversations with his birth mother on a phone he made in school or the play phone from the play kitchen.
It’s too much cute for me to handle.
In fact, one day I was encouraging him to put his phone down and come to the table for dinner (we have a strict no-phone rule at our table that includes fake phones as well). He looked at me with all the sass of a 17 year old and proclaimed, “Mom, I am talking to my BIRTH MOM!”
I about died laughing while I said, “Well, tell her I said hello and come to dinner. We can call her for real after you finish eating.”
And we did.
That kid. He is hilarious.
Long live open adoption!