Sitting around the dinner table discussing a friend [Badger] who has recently adopted a little girl [Squirrel].
Pickle: Who’s Badger?
Me: He’s Squirrel’s daddy. You remember Squirrel?
P: Oh yes, she’s adopted.
Me: Yes that’s right. Do you know anybody else who’s adopted?
P: Yes. Me. I used to be adopted.
Me: *smiles. What does ‘adopted’ mean, Pickle?
P: It means when you’re a tiny baby and you live with foster carers until your real mummy and daddy come and find you. That’s right, isn’t it Mummy?
Me: Yes, babe. That’s right.
*smiles *heart melts.