Can't say no.

We just can't. I don't think we've ever actually said no to a placement. Well, we did say no to a 19-year-old boy, but seeing as our range at the time was 0-3, I don't think it counts. Here's hoping that's not our downfall this time around. We have a new foster son who I will call Ringo (as he very much marches to the beat of his own drum). I don't mind this trait, but he appears to have zero practice with the concept of listening, so we'll see how good we get at that. He's 4, but a young 4 with a speech delay, so I hope there is enough of a developmental difference between him and Prancer to go smoothly. Time will tell...