Monday, September 26, 2005

Inka-dink A Bottle of Ink...

...can't remember the rest of the saying. Anyay, we got our fingerprints done tonight the old fashioned way - with ink! We now have to send the card to West Virginia and they will send us our FBI records - OOOooooo! We found out it is NOT a new state law as told to us by our social worker - it is a DCFS rule. We can send them out Friday, after Jacek signs the letter and then we wait 6-8 weeks. We are hoping the prints are good and will not need to be re-done - the officer didn't seem to do all of them correctly/fully. We'll see. I figure at this point I better start believing whatever delays we encounter are there to guide us down the road to the specific child who is meant for us.

PS: the officer actually asked us (in a very nice grandfatherly way) if we could have our "own" children - funny how when people know you are adopting they are less inhibited asking very personal questions. When we get further along in the paperchase I'll post about some of the funnier, strange and even rude comments we've gotten so far. We were forewarned it would happen but it still takes you by surprise a little.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Inka-dink, a bottle of ink. The cork fell out, and you stink. Not because you're dirty, not because you're clean - just because you kissed the girl behind the magazine.. And you are it!

Jack said...

Our version on Red Maple Drive in Levittown was
Inka-dink, a bottle of ink. The cork fell out, and you stink. Not because you're dirty, not because you're clean - just because you kissed the girl behind the magazine.. Y O U and you are not it!

Anonymous said...

Is "it" good or bad?

Anonymous said...

"It" is definitely bad.