"Are You Sure You're Not My Grandmother?"

It's finally happened. While Kathryn has always known she's adopted, she never had many questions about how that all happened. She's just started realizing that she didn't come from under a lettuce leaf, though. She asked me the other day about her "other mother," then last night, in the middle of watching Kung Fu Panda, she came running downstairs crying about how he lost his parents and she was afraid that would happen to her. I told her that wouldn't happen (praying that myself), and then she said, "I want my mommy!" "I'm right here," I said. "I want my mommy!" Louder this time. I said, "Do you mean your Russian mommy?" She nodded yes. We had a good talk about it, then she seemed okay. Today, she hopped in the car after school said, "Mom, are you sure you're not my grandmother?" I think she's thinking I've lost it and forgotten who I really am. Good thing I have a reasonably good self esteem and access to the Internet to see what to say next.