Sophocles obviously never adopted. He wrote "Not knowing anything is the sweetest life." To that I say: bullshit, Sophocles, bullshit.

Not knowing exactly where Peanut is or who he is with literally keeps me awake at night. When he was at the orphanage I could call and check on him. Now that he's with a patr*nat family there's no way for me to know if he's all right or if he's happy. Of course I want to go bring him home -- but right now what I want more than anything is to know that he is safe.

Siberia has been pounded with extremely cold temperatures lately. When I look in Peanut's closet and see his toasty warm, super-cool Spiderman coat I just want to hop a plane to Russia and bring it to him. I'd give anything to talk to him and find out if he's OK and being cared for properly.

So, stuff it, Sophocles. Maybe for you ignorance was bliss. But, as for me, I want to KNOW.