So last night at foster/adopt class we did an exercise where we had to pretend to be the foster child leaving the only home we know and entering a new situation.
The leader said, "Close your eyes and imagine the sounds of your house: a ticking clock, soft music. imagine the smells. Perhaps an apple pie cooking?"
Scott and I immediately started snickering. Laughing in what was supposed to be this very serious exercise.
The minute we got out the door he said, "those aren't the smells and sounds in our house. The smell is poop and the sound is whining."
And we both agreed, then and there, that we wouldn't have it any other way.