Snuggling with Zeke in bed tonight: (with his Barry White 3 year old voice)
"Mama, do I have step motha? If I did, I would be scared." (We've listened to Snow White lately)
"No, buddy. You have me forever. And you have a birth mother in Rwanda."
"Why did she have me?"
"You were in her tummy and she loved you but she couldn't care for you. She wanted me to be your mama."
"That was a good idea. And also, I know Jesus likes my twisty curls."
(There's me, tears running down my face, laughing hysterically. Pretty sure God was smiling too.)