you win some, you embarrass-yourself-in-front-of-the-social-worker some

Our post-placement visit* started well.

*post-placement visit, for those who haven't been initiated into the cult of adoption - a visit from your social worker in which he/she makes sure everyone is alive and mom/dad aren't insane

Then, toward the end, Lee went to his Suburban to get the checkbook. Robbie followed. Lee returned, Robbie on his heels. Just then, one of our newest ones noticed Robbie was chewing on something.

P: "What Robbie eating?"

Robbie: "Something I found on the ground outside."

P: "Can I go outside to find food like Robbie?"

Well.

We were doing so well pretending to be a normal family.