Adopting too soon

No, I don't think we'll be adopting at this point yet, nor have we discussed the matter. It's too soon to tell anyway, but we're very much hoping we'll be raising our biological children. But here comes this kid who volunteers to be our adopted.

We hadn't come to know Matti until he introduced himself to the chef's bike. Yeah, the bike. He seemed to have been stalking the chef's bike, and then one day, approached to ask about it and professed his adoration for it. Equipped with the talk of a salesman, he offered prices to bits and parts of the bike, which of course, the chef had no intention of putting in the market. We were just shaking our heads in disbelief at the talent of this verbally diarrhoeal kid claiming to be 14, but the chef had (unfortunately) fallen trapped into the kid's accidental charm, especially when the BMX dirt track was introduced to him.

Tonight, after coming home late from their ride, we invited him to join us for dinner. He reckons we 'love' him to have him over for dinner, and insists on having us 'second' parents. The chef and I look at each other, trying to contain the kulit-ness of this kid.

To Matti, our home will always be open to you. Just please, next time, leave your shoes outside the door. :)

struggling with the chillis in the seafood pasta