I’m sitting here in one of my “satellite offices”.   A lady came in with a handicapped child.  He uses a walker, and appears to have some mental limitations.

His mom treats him like he’s no bother, although I’m sure there are times she has wanted to run away screaming.

He’s quiet and polite within his ability.   I smile at him as I pass by to take my window seat and eat some lunch.  He says something to me, but I can’t quite make it out.

After seating and talking to him for a second, he goes on and on about how his hot chocolate is “too hot”.

“Yes, I’m sure it IS too hot, just wait and it will cool”.

About every 30 seconds –>  “…too hot…”

All the while, they laugh and snicker at quiet jokes and prods.  Showing him the kind of love that probably only she does, or can.

Treats him like no bother.

Feeding him a slice of pumpkin pie with whipped cream, and he delights in every single bite.

I wonder how often she brings him out?
Is this a ritual?
A part of sharing that they both look forward to?

“…too hot..”

He seems about 15 and she about 40.  He’s red headed, as is his mother.  Both fair complected, rosey cheeked.

“When I get up, I’m going to throw this cup away!”

“You don’t want to take some home with you?”

“Noooooooooooo…..”  huge grin.

She treats him like no bother.

#3ndtr@n$