Bonding

It was the night that we had told the children that we were working to adopt them and I was saying good night to the girls. Little Pixie (I am torn on if I will keep this nickname here or not. It doesn't seem quite right, but I haven't thought of anything better, nor have I thought of anything for the other two...) was in the top bunk and said "Jenny, if you adopt us...."

I held my breath for something deep...

"would you buy me Bendaroos?"