Over and over.
At first, I thought maybe he had sensory issues. Then maybe he was afraid of the noise. Then maybe she was calming him down through some kind of routine.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop watching.
Dean noticed me looking.
“What?” he asked, halfway through a hot dog.
I nodded toward them. “That little boy.”
Dean glanced down. “Hmm.”
“Do you see what she’s doing?”
He watched for maybe ten seconds. “I see, but I don’t understand what they are doing.”
I looked at him. “Likewise, I hope they are okay.”
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