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Thursday, August 13, 2009

DNA test, please....

Last night we were browsing through an adoption website. Oh, don't freak out. You know how you click on one link, and it leads you to another link, and before you know it you're not looking at shiny new pots and pans anymore but cute pictures of kids who need a home? Ok, well, it happened to me last night, ok?!

Anyway, as my husband and I were (was? were?) browsing we came across this picture of this little kid who'd been adopted by a loving family, and his name was my husband's name. Strange because his name isn't very common. Stranger, because the kid looked freakishly like my husband did when he was that age.

I exclaimed, "You were adopted?!" and he looked at me with this horrified look like, "I was?!"

Wouldn't that be freaky, though, if you found out you were adopted from some random website that had posted your picture?

It's like that after school special where the girl looks on the milk carton one day and finds out she was missing, do you remember that one? (If you EVEN dare say, what's an after school special, I'll scream!)

I still look on those little milk cartons to see if my face ever shows up. I've often thought my family was way too strange- I couldn't possibly be related!


Ryan and Shannan Hoffman said...

I look at the milk carton too! And I totally remember that after school special, it was the girl from "Life Goes On" in it. :)

Jen said...

I don't remember any after-scool special, but that story is from one of my favorite books of my childhood...The Face on the Milk Carton.

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