"I'm the unluckiest kid ever."
"Why is that?"
"I'm adopted, I don't have any brothers and I'm an...outtie...what's that letter?"
[He does have an outtie belly button which I think is the cutest one I've ever seen and I thought maybe that's what he was talking about until he said that about the letter.]
"The letter?"
"Yeah, you know, the letter that means I like to be around people."
"Oh, an 'E' -- and 'extrovert'?"
"Yeah, I'm adopted, I have no brothers and I'm an 'E'."
"What's unlucky about being an extrovert?"
"Well, I have no brothers, nobody to play with."
"Oh, what's unlucky about being adopted?!? Adopting you is about the 'luckiest' thing that ever happened to Dad and Me!!!"
As so often happens, the conversation got distracted from there and my heart was left in pieces on the living room floor.
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