Crocodile has two older sisters, who are still quite young kids. They are in a foster home together with a foster mom acquaintance of mine. As soon as I found out who it was, I made contact with her and we decided to do a sibling visit right away. We especially wanted to do this because there are no parental visits scheduled yet, so sibling visits are the only way they'd see each other. Crocodile had not mentioned them in any way like "sissy" or by name that I could understand, but he is just 2 years old. When we got in the car to go to the sibling visit, I said his sisters' names and he lit up and shouted out his way of saying one of the sister's names. I think he's consolidated them into one name, actually. He lights up in the same way when I show him pictures from the visit. It's very sweet.
But with the sweetness comes sadness. Neither we nor the other foster mom can take all three kids. And conversations with kids this age about foster care are just so sad. They're young enough that they'll just talk about it uninhibited but old enough to have the language that breaks your heart. It reminds me of Caterpillar's sister and Pterodactyl's oldest brother. Big sister asked about her mom when she first saw Crocodile. I told her that she wasn't coming, that this was just to see Crocodile. She said, "They took us away from her. They took us away." Little sister pipes up: "Crying." That's all she said, crying.